I rented a hotel room for four days and did nothing but drink. I only ate once because they told me I had to let housekeeping in. The day I was about to leave I remember drinking a beer and some vodka around six in the morning. The next thing I remember I was strapped to a hospital gurney. They put me in a room unsupervised and unstrapped so I left. I couldn't find my car and I'm still not sure how I got there. I took the IV needle out of my arm and walked to the gas station to get cigarettes and Gatorade. When I left the gas station there were three cops waiting for me because the hospital called 911. They arrested me for public intoxication.

In holding I started to have withdrawals. It took about a day for the police to transfer me to the medical unit where I got ativan, valium and a saline drip. Holding sucks. I'm still sore from lying on stainless steel benches and the floor. It really sucks when you're also shaking with cold sweats and haven't eaten in like three days.

I could have bonded out before the second holding cell but I didn't think I had the money and had no transportation anyway. I stayed there until I was released of my own recognicence after two days. I left the hospital because I have an aversion to being committed to hospitals but jail is so much worse. They have similarities though.

I just found out my car is still in the parking lot of the hotel but I don't know if my computer is still there. I guess it's better than if I drove somewhere random or had it impounded.

Keep your criticism to yourself. If there's one reason AA works, and I've never been one to admit it does, it's that other alcoholics would understand what I did. I also wanted to share because I never have any good Pubski stories.