Then someone has to call the cops. Last night, I stayed at Blake’s again. Blake had gone out with Rich which left Wayne and I alone. We called it a night around 11:30 and everything was fine. That is until Blake got home at 4 am, piss drunk (half a handle of Captain Morgan), and belligerent. He started yelling at Wayne and threatening to beat him up and all that and then broke down crying and tried to jump out of a window…. twice. After the second time, Wayne and I decided to call the cops because we were just at a total loss for what to do. They came pretty quickly and talked to us all before finally taking Blake to the hospital to sober up and talk to a counselor. He’s back home, newly prescribed to xanex, and being sent to rehab by his mother. Oh yeah, and furious with Wayne and me. I tried to explain how much he was scaring us but he wasn’t really hearing me at all. I don’t feel bad though, there’s nothing better I could have done there.
In other news, I went to get lunch today and my card was declined. The woman was nice enough to let me slide and I promised to pay it back on monday when my paycheck clears. I need to tone down the fabulous in my life or give up eating. Not sure which I dread giving up more.
