That Time I Almost Totaled My Car

... then lied about it.

That picture above is not my actual car at the time.

I’ve been trying to post periodically about all my flaws while drinking excessively, partially as a reminder to myself. Here is one example of that.

And here we go with one from mid-May 2022.

Let me give you some context to set this thing up.

1. My wife and I had done IVF from February 2022 to April 2022. In April, we found out it didn’t work. I was kinda depressed this entire cycle because I was the cause/reason for us having to do IVF in the first place, and now we spent about $18,500 and had nothing to show for it except a crappy call from a nurse at a fertility clinic and a bunch of tears.

2. The day after IVF failed, I led this workout for F3 near the TCU baseball stadium. This kid Kevin Lynch, who is now running for School Board in Fort Worth, was pretty nice to me about everything that happened. So was this kid Nick Stamas. Other than that, no one seemed to give even the remotest shit. To double down on that, the after-workout was familial in nature, so I was surrounded by kids. Fucking crazy. I have no idea why I did this on this specific day. I still sometimes wonder this to myself in idle moments.

3. This was probably mid-April 2022 now. The next few weeks were just kinda depressing.

4. Sometime around early May 2022, a few different things happened that will seem horribly inconsequential from afar:

   • One Friday (I think May 6th was the date), I spent basically all day drinking, ending up at a neighborhood dinner where a few other people got in a fight (not me).

   • That next day, there was a three-year anniversary workout for F3. I was supposed to do the “full workout” from midnight to 7am and then be part of the whole group 7am workout, but because I got trashed the entire day before, I slept during that part.

   • I was the “newsletter editor” (ha) of my neighborhood and I kinda got forced out of that because the old guard of my neighborhood didn’t like how I was editing it.

   • I was mainly getting income from this call center company based in Europe, which was a semi-interesting gig, but the guy who brought me into that company had just left for greener pastures, and a 25 year-old Serbian dude had become the team manager. I was getting piped, although they said they’d pay me until June 30th. That was nice.

   • The IVF thing was still hanging over me, and my wife was depressed as shit. Why was I drinking all day? Probably in part because of that. I’m not always the most supportive dude.

This brings us to May 13, 2022 or so. Here’s how that day went: