George's boss got onto him about smelling alcohol on his breath today at work.
"At least I wasn't drunk," George told me and laughed.
George laughed and laughed and thought it was the funniest thing.
"He doesn't know that," I replied of his boss, wishing George would take the occurrence a little more seriously.
I still have to have my cup of coffee and my Little Debbie donut sticks every morning thus my reason for being there.
I left Fat's and took a long drive down through the valley. Something I never do because of my anxiety attacks. It felt good to be "free." Without a care in the world as the early morning air blew through my cap-less hair with the window rolled down.
I love driving just for the joy of it.
ReplyDeleteI use to love driving.....now, if someone will drive, I will be content to just sit there and enjoy the ride. I'll even pay for the gas. Just don't hand me the keys. I drive in most weeks what a normal driver drives in a month, a month in a year and a year in 10 years......I'm glad yo felt free though. It's moments like those that keep me holding on most days.....
ReplyDeletePanic free is a great thing to be.
ReplyDeleteGood for u.
Free and sober! You should be proud of yourself.
ReplyDeleteI love the great perspective you have on things now days, Andrew. There is nothing I love more than to get out away from everyone and everything and just drive down the road enjoying the scenery - it is so peaceful and relaxing!
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