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Edited on Sat Oct-17-09 04:10 AM by Alexander
Unfortunately, he was also a horribly self-destructive alcoholic - drank entire bottles of hard liquor in a day's time.
This guy would stay up until the next morning drinking a fifth, not sleeping at night. He'd wake up at 4 pm the next day if not later.
In the band, he was perpetually lazy - never practiced, never helped us get gigs, frequently complained when we did get gigs, rarely invited friends of his to our shows, and he'd often show up to practice late, too drunk to play or not at all. He had two really short songs (1-2 minutes in length), neither of which were very good or inspired, and he'd always make the most mistakes out of everyone.
He would get drunk and snap at everyone - roommates, friends, bandmates, and even me. And half the time he wouldn't even remember doing it the next day because of how stinking drunk he was. He went in and out of rehab several times, and it never had any effect on him - he'd start guzzling booze within 48 hours.
Also, he wouldn't appreciate anything anyone did for him - I never once heard even a "thank you" from him for all the extra weight I pulled in the band, or for the time I practically carried his drunk ass out of a bar, or the time I took him to get an endoscopy because he was feeling weird pains in his stomach (probably from drinking all the time).
He got a DUI and couldn't drink for a while (he had to go to Tent City for a few weeks and had a breathalyzer on his car), and was a completely different person - practiced, played well, was much nicer, helped out the band a lot more, didn't forget things all the time, etc.
But once he could drink again, he did with a vengeance, and was back to his old self.
I've heard that certain alcoholics function very well when someone forces them to abstain from alcohol for one reason or another, and it's possible he was that kind of person.
In the end, all his other roommates moved out and wanted nothing to do with him, the only girlfriend he ever had in his life threatened to leave him over his drinking, and he drunkenly snapped at the drummer and me, so we kicked him out of the band, split up the equipment between the two of us, and I moved out. I haven't spoken to him since.
Some people are on a mission to wreck their own lives, whether consciously or unconsciously, and unfortunately there's nothing anyone can do to stop them.
But as they say, "Misery loves company", and I suspect a lot of these self-destructive people want friends, relatives and loved ones to watch them self-destruct up close.
Some people also think they can "save" these self-destructive people, but in the end they are only hurting themselves with extra stress, wasted time, frustration, anxiety, etc.
I made the mistake of thinking I could save this guy until I finally came to terms with the fact that he doesn't want to be saved or helped at all. His girlfriend changed her mind and stuck around, presumably thinking she could save him.
Sometimes you just have to know when to walk away. It wasn't an easy decision for me to make, but I'm glad I made it.
Take what you will from this story, but it sounds like you should let this couple move in for their own sake - and then maybe tell your grandmother, or even your uncle to his face, exactly why.
I don't know how close you are to your uncle, but depending on that, you might also consider curtailing any further contact with him if he keeps this up, which it sounds like he will.
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