part 6 busboy - the bartender

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i got a job at copelands on essen and was dating a girl named emily, she was nice enough and very demanding. she helped me stay in line for a while. before long i was out drinking with people from work and having a good time. i was the life of the party for a while. emily didnt care for my new friends and they didnt care for her. it was only a matter of time, and she was gone. i dated a girl from work for a little while, we had fun or whatever, but i wasnt really in love. i eventually got a little weed from the dishwasher at work and was back to my old routine of smoking weed daily. i also had a good friend who was getting juice in the mail, he brought me some aerotest and some test 200 and i began to get my swole on, or at least at this time it felt big to be 185, i was just getting warmed up. one day this guy greg falley, a fry cook at work asked me if i could get him some bud. being the nice guy that i am, and needing to feel important to someone other than myself, i got it for him. he came by and picked it up, it was a half ounce. he left and within the hour my door was kicked in by a small task force. they drew down on me, made me get on the ground, and searched the apt. they found like a nickel bag of weed, 2 bongs, and my juice. it would've been no big deal if it were the weed only, but the juice was a problem. they gave me a hard time and told me my options, one of them involved me scoring them a bag of weed and they'd throw away the juice. i cooperated and got a misdemeanor summons. soon after all of this went down i broke it off with my current girlfriend because a girl at work who was engaged had been broken up with and i was very interested. she was strong, sensitive, smart, funny, and attractive. she was a woman, before this i had only dated girls. this one had her stuff together and i fell in love almost instantly. we dated for a year, mostly made up of me being on juice not mood altering chemicals. i went a few months without even having a drink. the following summer we took a cruise together with some friends and i thought about asking her to marry me. not cause it was the next thing or i was afraid of what may happen if i didnt. i knew it was the right thing because of how much we loved each other, there was nothing we couldnt do together, it was a match made in heaven. so that night at dinner i got so nervous that i couldnt take it anymore. i got out of my chair got on one knee and looked into her beautiful blue eyes and asked,"will you?" she said,"will i what?" i was so nervous, my face was beet red, everyone around was looking, whew. she said yes and 1 year later we were married. june 1st 2002, one of the happiest days of our lives.we took another cruise for our honeymoon and started our lives together. it wasn't long until the substance abuse caught up with me and began to destroy all that was good in my life once more. i wanted to get a real job. i was always intimidated by my wife's superior knowledge and success. i wasn't angry, i just wanted to do my part. i got a job as a car salesman at a toyota dealership and was horrible. between the drug use at work, being called 'green pea', and being made everyone's bitch, i became terribly depressed. i had a melt down at work one day and cried my eyes out, i just couldnt keep it together anymore. i moved back to copelands, it took away allot of that stress i had. i found another way to aleviate the pain too. my brother and some friends started a wrestling organization called the l.b.w., low budget wrestling. i got involved and had a blast. we did shows on sundays in a home made make-shift wrestling ring and had crowds as big as 200 people showing up. i was the bartender, the character started out being the models personal bartender. i'd make hom pink drinks while he cut promos, and i'd help him win matches by cheating. we soon started a tag team called the pipelayers and the lbw had made some noise around the local circuit. joey homegrown, an established indy wrestler and promoter, came to our show and talked to us about his wrestling school. we all went and got to do shows as far away as gulfport and as big a venue as the lamar-dixon expo center main evented by the iron sheik. crazy right? professional wrestlers, getting paid to do what we loved. it was a good time for all of us. i think the alchoholic in me enjoyed being someone else for a little while, having center stage and being noticed was a good feeling. it was similar to being high, i felt like someone else, i didn't have to deal with the pain of being me for a while.