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Some people just can't do it. It is not within their capability or understanding. These are the drunks. Not the drinkers, who like to have a drink or two while socializing or relaxing, but the drunks. The people who can't do anything without drinking, and they can't drink without getting drunk. They can't go to a family function be it Christmas or their own childs birthday party without getting hammered. They can't attend a public event or socialize in any way without getting drunk. They just can't do it. They are simply too selfish and uncaring. They don't care what anyone else thinks or how what they are doing may affect anyone else. They don't care that they may maim or kill someone, even if it is a loved one. They don't care that they may end up in jail, lose their job, their family, whatever. It just doesn't matter as long as they can drink, get drunk and cause problems for themselves or others. Oh, theye SAY they care, but in the end, they are proven to be liars. Not mistaken, but lying. These are people of low self esteem and a lack of any semblence of willpower. They lack the ability to enjoy life on its own and seem to think alcohol will make them and/or life, better. It doesn't. It makes them annoying and silly. They say and do foolish things, sometimes hurtful, sometimes just stupid. Usually just stupid. I am not talking about the alcoholic who understands their problem even as they struggle with it, and perhaps, fall off the wagon. I am talking about the drunk who doesn't admit or care that they have a problem. To them, the rest of the world is the problem. It sickens me. I used to drink and use and it almost killed me. I saw what it was doing to me and the those close to me and I sought help and accepted the responsibility for my recovery. I am not a hero or in any way special for having done this. It is what it is, just like NOT doing anything about it. I have watched people die because of drunks and I have watched drunks die because of themselves. For those who just don't care, I have no sympathy. As far as I am concerned, thay can all die and shed the world of their messes and idiocy.

Has it become apparent that my life has been affected by one of these stooges yet? It's not that it hasn't happened before. I have had these people bothering me for years. I have had to shoo them away, deal with their messes, and in some case, fight them. That was all before I discovered blog boards though. My vent to the world! Yesterday, as we all got set to leave the resaurant at Alta Sierra following a great day of charity work for Toys For Tots, one of these drunken dipsticks got on his bike, put his drunk girlfriend on the back and before he ever got to the street, dropped his bike on the back of mine as I sat waiting for my two partners(both sober, thank you)to pull out ahead of me, doing considerable damage to the fender and rear signal bar. Of course HIS bike sustained no damage. He was so drunk he could hardly stand or speak. The first thing he said was "How much do I owe you"?, as if I would have accepted anything less than his insurance card which, fortunately for him, he had. I would not have called the cops. I would have simply beat the shit out of him. Beating up someone in such a stupor isn't really any fun because they are generally unable to fight, even though most in that state think they can. His girlfriend seemd to sense the situation and ended up being very helpful, going to such lengths as taking out his drivers license and insurance card because he was having trouble doing it himself. I got all the information I needed and he, his woman and their buddies all rode off together. I hope, for his womans sake, that they made it home. Had he been alone, I couldn't have cared less if he'd ended up a hood ornament on a Peterbuilt.

I suppose there are worse things to be affected by than your Harley Davidson being whacked by a drunk. I DO have the luxury of owning one and am able to participate in charity events with no problems. I even donated four gifts when only one was asked for. I felt really good about the day and myself, and I suppose, I still do. I'm just bent and so is my bike. Drunks..Who needs 'em?