Day 8. Daddy drove drunk and tried to escape the police

When you are long time without liquor (a week of dry cake behind), you have to face a variety of things in the clearest way. Today it was my dentist. Well, I’ve never lied drunk on her dental chair, but the two previous root treatments I trembled through in a good hungover. Of course, when I knew that I was going there the next day, I did not sink a bottle of 38 volts liquor Rapids Ear to my gills, but a bottle of Finnish Lion with only 32 volts.

Usually I drink – I used to drink – at least a couple of sparkling apple wines in the evening, but in the last few months when I tried to keep the blood glucose levels down, I tossed of mostly clear liquors. My dentist has repeatedly wondered how in the hell my teeth are crashing in my mouth, but I have not been able to tell her that every night I burst alcoholic sugar soup in my cheeks for hours and then I pass out on the couch without washing my teeth.

I guess I should not publicly admit this, but I’ve driven car hundreds of times in cannon-like hangover. Unsure about my condition I’ve been driving like a snail to the dentist but also to the Arse-market to buy ciggys and even to Melt Town’s sports center to play badminton.

The ”funny” thing happened ten years ago when I was taking Sandra to the daycare center. At the crossroads I saw a police crackdown on the right. I turned to the left, because I wanted to avoid the breath test. I made a forty kilometers run via Melt Towns Motorway and Helsinki back to the day-care center. Thank dog, the cops were gone! I’ve always tried to be honest with my child, so when Sandra asked why we are driving in the wrong direction, I said that dad does not want to face those blues shit caps, because dad might still have a bit of bad beer in the blood. My daughter understood the explanation and survived from that incident without trauma. So I thought until the next day, when I heard Sandra talking about our episode to my mother. This was her version of it: ”Grandma! I was late from my play school yesterday morning, because daddy drove the car drunk and tried to escape the police.”

I really don’t try to show of with my ”funny” booze achievements, but just show how idiotic an alcohol-dependent person can be. When sober, I would never even thought about driving drunk.

Sanna Ukkola, a journalist, wrote today on General Radio’s website about 11-year-old Matleena, who was killed by drunken driver a couple of years ago in Lappland Bay. The District Court gave that woman a two-year and seven-month sentence, which was reduced five months by Court of Appeal. At this moment, that cunt has already returned to freedom.

The right judgment for a child-killer drunk driver would be a death penalty, that the parents of the child could execute in their own way. I’m not kidding, although I know that one day the person kneeling down before the guillotine could be a certain stand-up comedian called Risto Koo Laky. Alcohol makes us so fucking dumb.

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  1. It does make us dumb, that’s for sure!
    It killed a lot of brain cells, too.
    I had to learn how to fact things sober, too, but now I am okay with it!
    Even the dentist doesn’t scare me!



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