
Happened to a friend that wishes to remain anonymous;read a story about someone drowning in our local river,it wasn't a big river so I was surprised.One day I and two friends started to drink at about 8 o'clock one morning[yes;I now know that this is always a mistake] and kept drinking till 3 0'clock the next morning.At this time I decided to leave the strip club and walk home.To get home however I had to walk back to the bridge to cross over,but one part of my mind was thinking that I could swim across and save myself a long walk.
So I staggered to the river edge and stepped off;the mud that I sank into was at least four feet deep.I sank into this fetid mud till panic made me pull myself out.My shoes however didn't make it[$150 down the drain] and started to walk home,shoeless and coated in mud.The cops picked me up about half an hour later staggering along the freeway[sure I knew later that you are not allowed to walk along the freeway-but it was the shortest way home].
They would not let me inside the police station but made me sit on the front steps as I waited to be picked up[coated in mud and shoeless]as I entertained the early morning rush on their way to work.Was sick for four days,couldn't work out if it was the booze or the river water[the coins in my pocket were stripped of their top enamel].
Would like to end this story with an uplifting story about how I sobered up and gave my life to God but it would be a load of bull.Still in my many sessions since then,I have never wanted to swim no matter how pissed I am .If you have a similiar story of disgrace send it in and we will share it with our readers.