I was supposed to go in for an alcohol assessment in accordance with my DUI charge this afternoon, only to find that the fucking DMV gave me my father's driving abstract yesterday (we have the exact same name). So, I had to cancel the appointment, as I have no way of getting the proper paperwork in time. This means that I'll get yet another extension at what will be my fourth court appearance tomorrow morning. I spoke with my public defender on the phone about what is in store for me, and apparently prosecution tends to not budge on the random testing for drugs and alcohol during court supervision. They want me to do two years of that, and he's hoping he can reduce it to one year.
This is fantastic, given that I'm an alcoholic, and virtually every facet of my social life involves alcohol in some capacity. I'm not even supposed to be in bars, even if I'm not drinking. This sucks, because all of the friends I had in this town that didn't move away are the ones I socialize with there, including the one bartender and her husband that would literally do anything for me. They're the ones that tell people that my brother and I are their adoptive children, brought me a massive Thanksgiving dinner when I had to work it this year, gave me a killer Christmas care package, etc. Some of the most genuine people I know.
So, I'm currently drinking Bruery Saison-Rue, which I'll follow up with Founders Dirty Bastard, while listening to old-school rap.