God Reality? A Testimony (7)
November 15th 2009 20:52
Of course, initially I thought all my Christmases had come at once, what kid wouldn’t with all this time to themselves. However, that would soon change as the Enemy marshalled for another attack. In hindsight, I would have been much better off at Chevalier dodging Brother Mamo—better the devil you know—for in the coming months, this teenager would find himself in a place very few return from, at least not without suffering irreparable damage.
The first realisation I had about George was he is a closet-alcoholic. Come nightfall and when in need of company the most, I would find my minder in a drunken stupor or passed out in his shack. Whether it was because of the shame I harboured about Mamo, George’s bad example, fear and loneliness, or a combination of all these that lead me to the bottle I will never know. But what began as a few tentative swigs, soon turned into outright guzzling, for as one can imagine in an hotelier’s home, choice of alcohol is more a problem than availability. I remember one particular time a party had been arranged at a friend’s house and I decided to guzzle on a bottle of Chivas Regal before leaving. Naturally, I never made it to the party, waking up that night in the gutter not far from home. I’d drank three-quarters of the bottle! It was a miracle I didn’t get alcohol poisoning.
It was during a similar state of inebriation that George made his move. I was drinking one afternoon while watching TV, and after many glasses felt quite ill, so I laid up on the lounge and soon fell fast asleep. I remember waking to find George sitting next to me with his pants down [ Click here to read more ]
The first realisation I had about George was he is a closet-alcoholic. Come nightfall and when in need of company the most, I would find my minder in a drunken stupor or passed out in his shack. Whether it was because of the shame I harboured about Mamo, George’s bad example, fear and loneliness, or a combination of all these that lead me to the bottle I will never know. But what began as a few tentative swigs, soon turned into outright guzzling, for as one can imagine in an hotelier’s home, choice of alcohol is more a problem than availability. I remember one particular time a party had been arranged at a friend’s house and I decided to guzzle on a bottle of Chivas Regal before leaving. Naturally, I never made it to the party, waking up that night in the gutter not far from home. I’d drank three-quarters of the bottle! It was a miracle I didn’t get alcohol poisoning.
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