I really don't drink often, almost never.
It's just never been my thing.
So I unfortunately don't have a ton of great stories of blackouts and using neighborhood streets as a bumper car arena.
My dumbest thing kinds has a more morbid ending and honestly I know well enough today that my actions that night probably had little to do with the end result, unfortunately I'll never know and it'll always be in the back of my mind posed as a "what if" question.
As I'm sure many have seen me discuss my uncle's & his victims murder/suicide a few years back, some will also recall I discussed an evening just before his death where him my brother and I all went to Hooters for a late dinner.
Well at that dinner that evening the three of us finally talked in detail about his current situation and he showed my brother and I emails from the man that was threatening him.
Due to the alcohol that was in all of our system my brother and I both encouraged my uncle to handle the situation with violence. We both offered to arrange for this guy to have a visit from some rather unfriendly acquaintances we know, and offered to "take care" of this guy for our uncle.
Long story short, this guy was sleeping with my aunt and trying to move in on my uncles family in a very screwed up kinda way,, as if sleeping with another mans wife wasn't bad enough.
Never the less, the man had made multiple antagonizing threats towards my uncle via email and phone calls and after they were brought to our attention that night there was a huge feeling between my brother and I to "teach this guy a lesson"
Much of what was discussed that night was said in pure heat of the moment anger, and had sober minds been at work there's absolutely no doubt more creative, less violent and wittingly intelligent alternatives would have been suggested.
But as liquid courage and our toxic tough guy tonics would have it, we discussed getting this guy back.
By the middle of that week my uncle had shot the man and killed him, and then hours later turned the gun on himself. I know from certain facts in hind sight that my uncles plan was well thought out for quite a long while before that night at Hooters, however I will always question if we more or less blew the only opportunity we had to talk some sense into him, suggest other methods of dealing with his problems besides violence.
But instead, thanks to being slightly inebriated and stupid, my brother and I felt like we were showing our uncle that we cared and were willing to have his back.
We really had no way of knowing where his head really was that night and there's certainly nothing now anyone can do about it, but it will always leave me wondering if maybe he'd still be here, and maybe the guy he shot would still be with his family.
Valuable lessons were taken from this experience and never again will alcohol be the driving force to any advice giving on my part w/o the reality of the possibilities being a very real threat.
Sorry so long, I'm sure this is filled with typos, and grammatical errors.
As usual I'm typing on my phone and well sorry.
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And for me this is kinda sad due as I matured I took a love to politics.
