I guess i have to account for something here...
[apologies it took so long]
i was about 20-ish and just had come back to Michigan. It was cold. As it always is in autumn here. Just left college to come back here (whole diff story). i took a job at a local video store. Never thought i would meet some peeps that knew industrial (since i was spotting an industrial 2AM spot on a college station in GA no less) in a small town called Romeo, MI. But i did. And i made some friends - which is really against my solitary stature.
So, after months John and i began going out to Detroit's AWESOME Club, called City Club......A Place have i never felt more accepted. His sister, Sandra and her husband Matt would come out with us on occasion. She was very attractive to me - and i am not partial to blondes at ALL - and liked to flirt in front of her husband. Back then i was naive about some things, but in my aging-ness, i get it.
Then, one weekend, a friend of Sandra's - i'll call her Alexandra because i honestly cannot remember her name - came with us. And her husband. i was a very spindly, unsure guy back then. (OH, if i only knew ) She was apparently having problems with her husband and decided to take it out on me. In a GOOD way. Then Sandra had had a fight with her Hub. So she took a queue from her friend and decided to join her and i. When she kissed me, quite deliberately and even defiantly...well i had no idea what was going on.
So i was left on the dance-floor with mine own desires and two women that decided to freak me as much as possible to piss off their men and also let me try to attain certain fantastical desires...
But the following fucking sucked
So, at a point Alexandra whispered in mine ear that i should come back home with her. (it never even occurred to me how that could possibly even work)
For a guy like me at that point....i was in heaven....
THAT NEVER HAPPENS!
i told her "i'll be right there"....
and went to get a shot and my coat.....
(never got the shot because it was after 2 AM and i apparently was so hammered that i had no idea what time it was)
Then the Club kicked us OUT
Back then, at City Club, at 4 AM they turn on all the bright ugly lights and everyone that works there starts walking through yelling "get the fuck out" and "go the fuck home". Endearing in a way.
So our group leaves and we head for the cars. Me with a randy woman on each arm and their fuming husbands ahead of us. Of course all the wonderful fantasies going through my head could have never happened as i'm pretty sure i would have ended up on the bad end of a beat down. And my friend John was no help and in fact goading the situation. i think it brought him great amusement as he really didn't like his brother-in-law.
Then, in some way that i missed, the women decided to drive together apart from the men. i was still following them like a lost puppy and thought that i was going with them. Apparently they had their fun and made whatever point they wanted to make and when we got to the car they told me that i had better get back to the other vehicle; laughing. i was very confused but also very shit-faced. And when i am that drunk i am very easy to command. i pretty much go with the flow and do whatever people tell me to.
So i made for the other car; out of the parking structure and out to the lot. Unbeknownst to me the guys really had assumed that i was riding with the women and left in pissed fury...
By the time i searched the parking lot and realized that i couldn't find them, i figured i should go back to the ladies.
Realize that i was really drunk and stumbling and mostly incoherent. The lot was actually empty and the doorman was no help. When i finally decided that i should go back, they of course, were long gone.
4AM in a Detroit parking lot with no money and no friends.
i learned later that each group thought i was with the other.
So i was alone, confused and HAMMERED.
i even tried to go into the Radisson. Apparently i kept asking for my ex-girlfriend. i got indignant and left....to find my way on the streets. Of Detroit.
Yeah....let that settle in....
Shit-faced as i was, i got rolled by homeless looking for my fucking watch......
Let it sink in....
taken by homeless that needed to know what fucking time it was
And that watch was given to me by my biological father that i met when i was 20. (i lied to him how i lost it)
[Which is another story....]
So, broken, bloody and bruised i had a complete break down and ran and ran crying and screaming. Somehow i ended up on I94 - a freeway - going against on-coming traffic. Then it started to rain and thunder. i'm not even kidding; the sky opened up and dumped on me. Unfortunately it sobered me up a bit and everything sunk in harder and i think i tried to run into a car.
Fortunately for me, a guy pulled over and helped me out. He cleaned churches for a living and - as much as i hate religion - i am thankful that he was so benign and devout. He didn't ask any questions, just asked if i needed help and then took me back to a church that he had to clean. There, i cleaned up a little, got my shit together and phoned my younger brother to come pick me up. i had to ask the guy to explain to my brother how to get to wherever the hell i was.
i never even got his name.
i didn't say two words as my brother drove me home. i really just couldn't process it all. And i was still pretty fucked up. When we got home (still at the parent's then) i curled into bed and fell into blissful emptiness...
...to be woken up shortly later by my frantic friend John, hugging me and exclaiming how sorry he was.
When they had all gotten back to Sandra and Matt's place they realized i was no where to be found. When we got home my brother had apparently called John to chew his ass.
Well, it wasn't his fault really.
In the end i can only blame myself.