B felt self distructive on Saturday night.
November 11, 2002 11:09 a.m.

the employment situation at the coffeehouse is ridiculous. There is this chick there (who we hate) who sucks at making drinks, whines daily about her job and doing her job, does jack shit, bitches and whines to patrons, as well as curses at them.

One day when I was chilling there waiting for B to get off so we could go grab lunch, she was standing behind the bar talking to him, right infront of a patron, and says in a clear voice, "People better stop fuckin' givin' me shit, or I'm going to start doing hardcore drugs again". Ugh! would you want to hear a barista say that right before they made your drink? she has even left work (called someone in to work for claiming that she needs to grab something to eat) and well go and spend to hours at a bar and come back!

The point being that she should have be fired so many times, but she supplies the general manager with pot. But,...B is late twice, TWICE and the manager is really theatening to fire him. He took B of the schedual this week so he could think things over.

So, since this happened friday/saturday, B got into a very self-distructive pattern and saturday night he took one of his 750mg high dosage vicadins and this other high powered screw you up drug, and mixed that with alot, ALOT of alchol. ....now factor in that he's hypo and when he drinks his blood sugar drops and he passes out and goes into a sugar coma.

He took the pills upstairs and so none of us knew about it until later.

So saturday night B's new oberchristian housemate, his housemates girlfriend, and I had to talk him out of taking more pills, tried to get him to drink less alchol and drink water.

After his girlfriend left it was just me and his housemate sitting there on the floor next to him (B was lying on the floor) trying to get him to maintain coversation for as long as we could.

Finally around 4am he got up to pee and stayed upstairs was making these loud crashes, I was conviced he had fallen over, but he was throwing things off his bed because he had decided he was going to bed. And B is so stubbern that you can't tell him not to do something, if you tell him not to do something he's more inclined to do it. So at that point there really wasn't much I could do. I gave him a really big hug and left him my cell phone and told him to call me immedately after he woke up.

He called me about 1 pm on sunday. He is fine.

But the thing I kept thinking about was how his housemate is friend with him, kinda, but they haven't known one another all that long or that well. Does he have any idea what I was going though? ...sitting there hoping and pray that my best friend, the person I'm closest to in the world, doesn't die? I mean, how many times lately have I been concerned with that?