Part 2
So... like i was saying last time... This scrawny guy stood and announced himself and rambled on about his life as an alcho... pfft... What could possibly be wrong with this stupid little man that he wanted to give up being relaxed... thats what i thought. Finally the bloody meeting was over... I stood to leave before everyone else as the 'counsellor' said that we were done for the day. I huffed and began to storm out, wanting to get home and have a cocktail.
"Oh i forgot to mention... we're going to be partnering up next session. For 3 weeks you are going to have to support eachother and spend a few hours a day together where you're not allowed to drink... i will pair you up and let you meet your partner on wednesday.. have a good day." She said and my mood was suddenly lowered to zero tolerence.
"Fucking hell... you mean i've got to spend 3 weeks with one of these dickheads! thats all i bloody well need." I shouted not caring that everyone was scowling at me. I blasted out of the room and made my way to my car.
"Stupid pathetic alcoholics meeting trying to get me to suffer through life the way everyone else does without anything to relax the muscles and take the tension away. For crying out loud... just because i accidentally swerved into oncoming traffic! what do they..."
"Excuse me!" I head someone calling after me as i mumbles to myself on my way to my car.
"What!" I shouted and turned to see non other than the scrawny pipsqueak from the session...
crap.
part 3