The Time I Did get Drunk and read a Vampire Love Story

I repeat my stories a lot I suspect.  I think about the things that have happened in my life and sometimes I think about it one too many times.  I apologize if anyone reads it someday and say she brought that up like 3 months ago.  Yeah.  I got issues.

I don't think I told this story before. I got drunk before a class and I read basically a gay vampire love story that might have been considered porn.  I'm not sure.

I don't tell this story in a prideful way. I think that was a stupid moment.  And inconsiderate moment.

It was my junior year at UW-Milwaukee.  It was the fall and I kind of felt like I was in a grove with meeting and socializing.  I had declared my major as communication and it appeared I was on track to get a minor in English.

I was interested in journalism at one point but that type of writing didn't appeal to me at that time. I loved telling stories that made people laugh and feel good with my writing.  Journalism is difficult and I don't know if I could be one at this time in our lives.  I would probably be on Substack at this point doing my own thing if I pursued it.  Or just quit.

Anyway, I had signed up for a creative writing class and the class was pretty cool.  It seemed like the English majors partied the hardest.  Who knew book nerds were so wild?  I made friends in the class and we decided to go drinking before one of our last classes before the semester ended.

I definitely didn't have the experience that my classmates had with drugs.  I was like What? when I heard a classmate say he dropped acid before his parents came over.  This classmate was from a small town in Michigan and I guess that shouldn't have come as a shock.  Lots of my classmates who were from well to do families were big into drugs.  They had the resources.  My dealer was the candy store n the corner. I guess that explains a lot about me.

Anyway, for our last assignment our class had to write the first chapter of our novel.  Mine wasn't anything memorable because I don't remember it.  I think it was about a dad coming home to reunite with his long estranged family.  Me and my daddy issues.  Yeah that makes sense.  My friend Cary wanted me to read his chapter and he would read mine.  Sure!  I could do that.  Cary was a dance student.  He was a little bit shy and funny.  He admitted he didn't know if he was gay or not. I said I have trouble making decisions about shoes.  These are the things I say when I'm drunk.

We showed up for class late and we probably reeked of booze.  Cary and I were giggly and acting like idiots.  The teacher knew what was going on. Cary read my story first without much fanfare and I'm going to guess I didn't care.  

I didn't read what Cary wrote for his story but when I did?  I couldn't stop laughing.  Let's just say I said the word "penis" a lot and I broke into hysterical laughter.  Yep.  I was drunk and thought this was funny.  If there was any guy interested in me in that class, it was safe to say I was out of luck after that performance.

When I finished, the teacher looked like she was going to burst into tears and she excused the class early.  She took off and my friend the acid dropper ran after her to apologize. 

Guess what sobered me up?  That.  I thought oh my god, I'm going to flunk this class for this stunt.  I was worried. I  got an A-.  I didn't deserve it after what I did.

We kind of snickered back then about our teacher being a little flighty and she was out for awhile because she went to the hospital for mental health reasons.  Well guess who can relate to that now?  Me.  I feel like I want to check in some days too.  I was stupid for what I did.  She was actually the one that said to me that I was a great dialogue writer when I did a one on one with her and suggested I would do well with script writing.

I spent a lot of years trying to work on scripts and books.  I didn't go anywhere.  We can go down the rabbit hole on where I went wrong there, but I appreciated her feedback and that she believed in my talents.  Being someone who writes scripts for movies or TV is not an easy market to crack by any means.  Selling a book is even worse.

I appreciate the fact that she saw the good in me.  I was a jerk.  I am really sorry about how I acted that day.  

I very rarely disobeyed my parents and I just tried to be a decent human.  I had my bad days and this was a day that I don't find very funny.  

I mean if I read the vampire story now, it might be funny.  I'm so sorry I hurt her and if I wasn't so immature at the time, I would have ran out with my acid dropping friend and apologized too.

We all do dumb things and I get that they happened.  Reading the story and laughing at the word "penis" wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Hurting someone and making them feel disrespected was the bad part.

I have gotten to know that way too many times over the years.

I am sorry. 

Shockingly I didn't get any offers for dates after my dramatic interpretation of the gay vampire story.  Wonder why?

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