Locked up together

Time: 2008
Place: Birch Apartments, Broomfield CO

The last thing I remember is sitting at the dining room table taking a shot with Julie... the next thing I remember is wrestling with two police officers with a taser in my chest. The electric pulses running through my body are enough to pull my brain out of the drunken blackout state it was in. This was the 3rd tase of the evening (per the police report), but this one was finally effective. I was tackled over the couch, got a knee shoved into my back and my wrists forced into handcuffs. I sat in jail for a week swearing up and down I would never drink again. But as usual, I was drunk a few days after release and back in jail within the month.

Julie and I were on one of our million break ups so I was staying with a close friend nearby while she stayed at our apartment. She invited me over that night to “drink and talk”. My friend advised me it wasn’t a good idea, he saw the dysfunctional and abusive pattern we were stuck in. But I refused to let her go. We drank, talked, chain smoked and the next thing I knew we were both resisting arrest, wrestled into handcuffs and hauled off to jail.

We would fight, it would get intense and physical on a regular basis, but this was a bad one. The chaotic passion we were able to bring out of each other was nothing short of a full blown addiction. She was my drug and I was hers. And like any addiction, there was no amount that ever satisfied us. We would fight, yell and scream chasing our fix. And even when our addiction kicked us into the ground and left us completely broken at rock bottom, we always went back...