What we are looking at is where the door handle to the primary bathroom in my apartment used to be. Last night I had to knock it off with a hammer. The reason behind this action, as I’m not usually inclined to just walk around hammering doorknobs into submission is my room mates friend who is staying with us for a few weeks as she preps to move out to her own digs in Queens.
Now my roomie is awesome. She is one of my best friends on the planet. Her friend is an alcoholic. I’m not inclined to mince words, and there is no other way to describe his problems.
In the last month he has gotten blackout drunk twice. At Pride he got drunk in a bar, walked into the managers office and blacked out in the dudes chair. Last night he locked himself in the bathroom and proceed to go to sleep on the floor.
When I first met my roomate and her friend back in college several years ago, he had drinking problems. As in ‘Hey we’re going to the emergency room because alcohol poisoning!’ levels of problems. I’ve kept my nose out of it previously - not my zoo, not my monkeys. Her and her friends keep having ‘talks’ with him and its always the same song and dance, culminating with him black out drunk a few months later.
The difference between now and then, and even now and Pride is that its in MY HOME. That means if he blacks out in the bathroom after having spent god knows how many hours drinking…i’m the one in trouble if he hurts himself. Or drowns in his own vomit. I’m the one who winds up in front of a judge.
I told my roomie this last night as she was feeling pretty fed up and emotionally done with things as well. She has a lot of ‘talks’ with him. I told her it was time to stop talking, take away his drinking privileges while he is sleeping in my place and convince him to go to therapy. Cuz I am not putting up with those shenanigans, even if they are only here for another 10 days.