Crazy Story

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I was released from the psych ward and the social services people wanted me to go to the Hovander House which is a big house near University Ave and Snelling. It's a place they put homeless people as a temporary place to stay while they find them another place to live. I never considered myself homeless, I just lived in hotels when I was looking for new places to live. Only problem with that is I can't seem to stay sober living in a hotel. Hotel's are lonely places and for me my anxiety disorder really flares up when I stay in them. I'll drink alcohol for relief. That always leads me deeper into depression and the anxiety that goes with it. I know to anyone who hasn't experienced anxiety attacks and depression this cycle is probably very hard to understand. I even have a hard time imagining it when I'm well. Anyway, I agreed to stay at the Hovander House (which is a good place) for awhile, just until I could find a new place. Hovander House is kinda like a sober house, you are welcome to stay there as long as you don't drink or use drugs while your there. The amazing thing was Kathy was also going to stay there and she was going to be moving in the next day. We were both thrilled about being able to stay there together while we could look for that apartment we had talked about in the hospital. The next day came and with it came Kathy, we kinda pretended not to be friends and they ended up giving her a room directly across the hall from my room. You are pretty much free to do and go where you want while your staying there as long as you follow a few simple rules. Well, Kathy and I violated the primary rule, we went for a walk to the Walmart on University Ave and on the way there we stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka. I knew this was a crazy thing to do but Kathy really wanted a drink and I figured we could probably get away with it as long as we were cool about it.


We had a few drinks along the way to Walmart and by the time we got there Kathy was starting to act a little fucked up. Now I'm the kind of drinker that can handle a lot of alcohol and act fairly normal unless I black out and start doing dumb shit. I've got to drink a lot of alcohol to black out like that but it happens. Kathy on the other hand can't handle much alcohol before she starts doing dumb shit and I had no idea. I just met her a week earlier and I had never seen her under the influence. She was acting a little tipsy but not too bad by the time we got back to the house. We were just going to sneak in and and we wouldn't even have to see the staff. We got to the door and it was locked, I guess we were out about ten minutes past the curfew so we had to ring the bell to get in. The only thing I was worried about was the odor of the vodka and the bottle we were smuggling in. We got in alright and everything was cool. I put the bottle in the bathroom in a really dumb place. We wanted to hide it in the bathroom so we could both sneak a drink once and awhile. I put it in the garbage can under the trash liner and figured that would be cool. Kathy and I sat together on the couch upstairs in the TV room, there wasn't anyone else there and we had a few hours few hours before we had to shut down the TV. I didn't know it but Kathy had to go in the office with the nurse yet and take her night time medication. We had started kissing and making out a little and the nurse walked in the room to get Kathy for her medication. We got caught making out on the couch and Kathy had to go downstairs to take her medication. By that time I knew she had drank too much vodka to go talk to the nurse and I knew we were in trouble. The nurse turned off the TV and asked Kathy to go down to the office. The party was over, I went to my room and waited for Kathy to come back upstairs and tell me what went on. She was downstairs for what seemed a long time and when she came back up the nurse was with her. It looked to me like the nurse brought her back upstairs to make sure she went back to her room and right to sleep. I fell asleep and in the morning I got up early, went to the bathroom, checked on the bottle of vodka and oh shit. During the night someone had changed the trash liner and the bottle was gone. Now I knew we were really in trouble. A little while later I was asked to come into the staff office where I was confronted about drinking the night before. Kathy was still sleeping and I had no idea what she might have told them the night before. I just denied knowing anything about any drinking and they told me that Kathy and I were going to have to leave. They were real nice about it and they said we could take all day to move out. When I went upstairs Kathy was getting up and I gave her the bad news, we were being kicked out. She started crying and I told her not to worry, we would just get a cab and get a hotel room. I told her that they wanted to talk with her and she went downstairs. I started packing my stuff and bringing it downstairs. I didn't want to stay there any longer than I had to. Kathy got into an argument with the staff and things weren't looking good. I helped her pack up her stuff and brought it downstairs and when the staff realized that we were going to leave together they told us that they couldn't allow that to happen. I just ignored them and called a cab and while I was hauling our shit out Kathy was arguing with them and I told her to just forget it and lets go. She was acting a little crazy and this was turning into a big scene. The staff told me that they weren't going to allow her to go with me because she was unstable and vulnerable. I said we were going anyway and I told Kathy to stop arguing with them and just come on. I had a cab coming any minute and it was too late to stop us from leaving. We went outside and were waiting for the cab when the cops rolled up. Kathy was acting crazy and I could see this wasn't going to happen. Then the cab rolled up. The cops told Kathy that they were going to be taking her somewhere and she was refusing to get in the squad car. I started loading my shit into the cab and the cops told me to take off. There was nothing to be done so I got in the cab and as we pulled away I could see the cops trying to force Kathy into the squad car. That was it, I was bummed out but there's no arguing with cops unless you just want more trouble.


I would have got a hotel room if Kathy would've been able to come with me but now I had another idea, I was going back to Rick's house and stand my ground. All my shit was still in that house and my rent was paid up for another week. I had the cab take me to Blaine and I felt pretty confident I was just going to tell Mush to go to hell. I had been to court for my warrants so she couldn't call the cops on me again, I had paid the rent and I had every right to stay there at least until the rent was had expired. I wanted to get my stuff too, I had left two lap top computers along with all my clothes and some miscellaneous junk. On the way there I bought another bottle but I didn't drink any of it until I got there. I got to the house and knocked on the door and Mark answered it. Mark asked me what I wanted and I told him, he reluctantly let me in. I just went in and took a chair at the kitchen table, Mark just went back to his room and I knew I was going to have to deal with Mush next. She was downstairs where she was living and while I was waiting I cracked open that bottle and had a few drinks. A few minutes later Mush came up the stairs and started freaking out on me. I told her my rent was paid up and I had the right to stay there for another week. She was acting hysterical and then she went back downstairs and came back with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend tried to physically throw me out but that didn't work. Finally they left me alone and headed out to go do their scrapping work. They collect scrap iron to sell to scrap yards. I went in the living room to watch TV. It was late morning/early afternoon.


I drank the rest of my vodka later that afternoon. I also smoked some weed with Mark and two women that were hanging out at the house. A couple hours after Mush left Mark said she called him and said that she had cooled off and she was cool with me staying there for the rest of the week. By 10:30pm I was toast, tired, sleepy from the vodka and not feeling all that great. It had been a long day and I was just spent. Then the phone rang and it was Mush. I didn't talk with her but Mark said that she was coming back to the house and she was determined to kick me out. I was really tired and sure didn't feel like dealing with that bitch and her fucking boyfriend again. I was just being toyed with. Mark took off, I guess he didn't want to be around when she got there because anything could happen. I stuck around for awhile, lost my resolve and left on foot with my duffel bag. My phone got lost somehow during the argument we had earlier and I left without it. I would have called a cab but I didn't have a phone and there was no bus until the next morning. I was drunk and stoned and I started walking towards the transit station where I was going to wait for the morning bus and get the hell out of there. I decided to cut through the woods which was stupid because I didn't get too far. It was too dark and I couldn't see shit, after a little while I was exhausted. I found a little clear spot, used my duffel bag as a pillow and crashed out. First time I ever did anything like that but I was still drunk and didn't care. In the morning I got up sick, I was having a major anxiety attack. Waking up in my clothes in the fucking woods didn't help. I continued walking to the transit station and caught a bus going back to the cities. I didn't know where I was going and I was sick. I don't remember all the details of how I got there but I ended up back in Regions, in the psych ward again. Stay tuned.