Charlie Zero s Last ditch AttemptChapter 10
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The hangover had left him at two in the afternoon the following day, and although his head still ached a bit, he was glad to have lost the nausea. The meeting that night started at six, and he wasn’t too sure if he wanted to see Renee ever again, given the circumstances. Yet there was an irresistible quality about seeing her again, and so he decided to go to the meeting. When he arrived at the church, Jerome, Irving, and Manuel were there, but Phil was conspicuously absent, as he was usually the first to arrive.
“Phil is no longer with us,” said Jerome after Charlie had asked him about it.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s busy acting out. We saw him in the street talking to a hooker.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No,” said Irving. “He called me last night drunk from a hotel room. He said he’s been sleeping with a hooker for four straight days. He’s not coming back.”
“I had no idea. What on earth happened?”
“Just couldn’t hold on,” said Jerome. “The man has a lot of problems, I guess. He doesn’t want to face up to the fact that there’s anything wrong with him. His days are numbered if you ask me.”
“It could happen to any of us,” said Irving. “We’re just men after all. We’re not supposed to last very long at anything we do.”
A melancholy silence filled the room as Eliza, LaShaun, and Renee entered the church basement at the same time. They didn’t seem as happy and light-hearted with each other as they did before, as though the entire group had been menaced that evening by things they couldn’t control, especially with the vacancy that Phil left behind. And yet still Renee looked as pretty as a picture, sullen as she was. After a sex addicts preamble that seemed to go on for too long, LaShaun opened the meeting and welcomed the group.
“We’re one less tonight, and I actually saw Phil on the street the other day, stumbling along the road drunk and obviously in a lot of pain. He said he was doing the nasty again with women off the street, and that’s the last I saw of him. He looked very sick, and I don’t think he’ll last very long. He was fed up, and sometimes we do get fed up in this program. There’s no question that everyone here has urges to act out from time to time, especially now that summer is in full swing. But I can’t emphasize enough the importance of coming to these meetings, even when we’re just hanging on. Because there’s nothing but death and disease out there if we choose to act out instead of working the program. From what I can tell, we’re all on the edge of something here—every one of us. So don’t be complacent about the addiction we have, because it sneaks up on us and kills us. If you want to live, then you’ll come to these meetings and talk about what’s bothering you, because leaving it all bottled up inside, as Phil did, will kill us. It will send us back out there. So I want you guys to be honest tonight. What is it that’s bothering you, and if you’re headed for a relapse, you have to let us know about it. It’s life and death that we’re dealing with.”
Renee’s hand went up, and the whole room listened with rapt attention.
“Hi, I’m Renee, and I’m a sex addict.”
“Hi, Renee.”
“Let’s see. Well, it’s really sad to hear that someone from our group has left. I mean, I didn’t know him very well, but from what it sounds like, it’s really bad that things turned out for him the way it did. But see, I’m not going to let it affect my sobriety. For the past few weeks I’ve really started to understand the scope of this disease, and I’m very lucky to be here. Really I am. With the help of the program, I’ve gotten a lot better at putting this disease into perspective, and I’m finding a sex-free life to be difficult at times, but I’m going along with it, and slowly I’m starting to see the benefits of remaining abstinent. I no longer have to have sex to feel accepted or to feel loved, and that’s quite a relief to me—to be shown that there is another option besides getting involved in difficult relationships and doing drugs and sleeping around. I no longer have to do those things today, and I’m thankful that all of you are here, because you’re showing me the way. Thanks for letting me share.”
When all else fails, there should at least be the possibility of having sex—any sex at all. It can be the quick sex that satisfies a tight schedule, or the slow and sultry kind of sex when nothing else is taking place that day, especially when the two people involved are unemployed and have nothing else to do but engage in sex. Or how about the type of rough and angry sex that follows a caustic argument or drawn-out fight that seems to last for days until the sex itself serves as a final...
When he finally went to bed, he fell into a dream that hovered just beyond the thin cover of wakefulness. He could have sworn that he had been transported to yet another garden of sorts, where pinkish blossoms hung limply on the branches of a bush. He saw cherubs frolicking behind this bush along an emerald expanse of lawn that was both brightly-lit and endless. But the sunlight that doused this field in the brightness had a certain dullness to it that didn’t make the look of the scene all...
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The urge to kill Artie Tedesco had been mollified by his remembrance of the man who had come to visit him in his apartment with the package of brown sugar. He could still feel the man’s blunt index finger sticking him in the chest as he said, “don’t contact us. We’ll contact you.” He wasn’t so afraid about the threat. The man was intimidating, as he could have easily killed him with his bare hands if Artie ordered him to do so. But what concerned him more was what the man represented...
That the nights that followed were long and lonely, as there was little he could do to avoid being alone, and while it had proved to be a tough challenge when he had drunk himself silly and had the luxury of the prostitutes beside him—that same challenge that he thought he could work his way around without forces higher than himself getting involved in what he originally thought to be very common and innocuous crimes, this challenge of loneliness now seemed less threatening, since he was no...
The thought of killing someone due to his own frustrations did follow him down the sidewalk that morning, as a woman’s stare was merely a fleeting announcement that he was at least handsome in some imperceptible way, but by no means a thoroughbred who could ensure her survival. As much as he wanted this pipe dream out of life—the ability to support someone like the girl he had seen, and perhaps a child who would have been the result of their union, just weren’t possible anymore. He had been...
He boarded the bus back into town, paid his fare with the last of the change he had in his pockets, and took a seat at the very back of it. The bus was empty save for a silent driver up front who hummed a melody that he had heard somewhere before. He recognized the tune, but he couldn’t place it. The hope he had of ever capturing Artie’s life as his own slowly waned as the light of the afternoon died with it. A weakening ball of flame in a bright blue sky had metastasized into a mellow orange...
In his apartment that morning, he knew himself well enough to declare upon waking that he was no longer the same saint he initially was. Actually, it’s not as though he had one day decided in his youth to become a saint. Sainthood was just a concept or an idea that he thought would be considerably useful in a day and age when the world fell to cynicism and sin, and at one point he attempted to become a saint, perhaps because it was easier to do so when the mores of his world seemed to be...
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