We finished our 3rd 4 gig weekend last night. Our drummer works full time, has a fiance he doesn't trust who just took a job in another state, his father passed away 6 months ago, and he has a drinking problem that in 5 years only interfered once with the band. He's a great guy, not beligerent, arrogant or stupid, and we love him - a lot. He's got lots of issues though. After the gig last night where he (we all actually) played horribly he was really down and tired and said he was leaving cuz he hadn't slept more than 5 hours since the start of the weekend. OK. Randy (other bandmate) and I hung out for a while at the club then went out to eat with a bunch of people. 4 hours later we see Santo crossing the street - completely trashed. Never saw him like this before although I'm sure he does it all the time. Randy jumps out of the car to talk to him. They get into crap - I have a friend sit in the car while I try to "fix" things but realize there's nothing to fix, he's simply trashed - but he's planning to get into his car for the hour long drive home. Need to make a quick decision - fighting him for the keys is out of the question cause we're not fighting people. I battle bigtime with what the right thing to do is, and I call over a cop to tell him the situation. Cop thanks me and gives me reassurance that I AM doing the right thing and goes and takes his keys from him. Comes back around the corner and gives them to me and tells me he told him he'd come find him and give him back his keys after a few hours. I was clueless what to do, then decided we'd have Randy drive him home telling him the cops were going to follow (he would have fought to drive himself). Randy winds up later telling him WE, actuall I, got the cops to deal with him. Santo quit the band. Santo hates me. I haven't spoken to him yet today but he was pretty fuming after sobering up a bit last night. We have other drummers on standby so we're not going to miss any shows - but I'm feeling pretty crappy. While I don't feel I did the wrong thing, in retrospect I think there may have been other ways to handle the situation... I mean, I couldhave snatched his keys and ran... but... I don't know. Guess I just wanted to vent so you guys could all write and tell me, "Joe, you did the right thing." I'm blabbing here but I've got other crap going on too. I'm still up at 5:26 PM from yesterday morning and at the moment I feel like the world is crumbling around me. Need food, sleep, time to collect myself. Things sometimes look sooo different on the outside then what's going on on the inside. Anyone know the Richard Cory poem? No - I'm not there, but feel like I can really relate at the moment. I've a feeling I may delete this thread after I sleep and get my senses back. Just read it back and realized it sounds like a kid posted it. Whatever - I've spewn my guts once more for the world to see.