"How did I get here?"
You drank to much.
You fell down.
Concerned people called the police.
I arrived.
I saw you had too much to drink.
I put handcuffs on and put you in my car.
We are going to detox.
"But how did I get here?"
You drank to much.
You fell down.......
Detox is beginning to dread me.
It seems like I am there twice a night.
Everyone I bring in is a safety room candidate.
They all want to scream and fight.
Posted by: RD | January 25, 2017 at 02:25 AM