Donny was a good friend of mine, he was charming, masculine and seemingly a great all around guy. I had introduced him to my sister and shortly after, they tied the knot and got married.  But, his true colors came out not long after when I found out that he was an womanizer and unfaithful.  They divorced and I had a strong resentment for him as I felt it was somewhat my fault. A couple years past and my sister has since moved on and I had forgotten about the whole situation. Until.. I ran into him at one of the bars we used to frequent.  He was flirting with some chick and I tried to avoid the confrontation and minded my own business.  Of course he was a couple drinks in and got the courage to approach me.  He asked how I was doing and didn’t bring anything up about the wrong he had done. Instead of starting a fight, I played it off like I had forgotten about everything.  He was pretty drunk at this point and started to tell me about how he was bored of his current girlfriend and came here to find some tail behind her back, but had no luck. That’s when I plotted and asked him if he would like to split this joint and come over my place for a couple drinks for old times sake.  He was excited about the invite and we headed back to my place. When we got there, he started to get uncomfortable and instead of sitting on the couch next to me, he went for the chair, I’m sure his memory started to come back.  But, I didn’t bring anything up and soon I eased him to think everything was alright.  I handed him a glass of liquor that I added some “extra” kick in it.  In no time he was out like a light.  

It was another weekend night at the pub and that’s where I met John. I saw him drinking by himself at the bar so I introduced myself and in no time we were both banging on the bar table for another round after round.  He told me his life story, about his stressful job, nagging wife, and rebellious kids. Before we knew it closing time came, at this point John was slurring his words, but told me he had to get home before the wife would kick him out for coming home so late. When he got up from the bar stool he began staggering, I guess it was because of the pill I had slipped into his drink when he used the bathroom that he was so out of it.  He was in no condition to drive, so I offered him a ride home which he was thankful for. As soon as he sat in my vehicle, he was completely out. He never gave me directions, so I figured he might as well crash at my place..

Finally convinced the new coworker to come over for a few drinks, he only got to three of my “special” beers.

Old buddy came over to catch up and watch the game.. I guess I’ll just have to tell him the score later because he won’t remember what happened.