- Joined
- Aug 2, 2007
- Location
- Port St lucie Florida
Patton staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking> buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.>> He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their> upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by> grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his> rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing> especially painful.>> Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked > in> the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He> managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a > Band-Aid> as best he could on each place he saw blood.>> He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled > his> way to bed.>> In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt> and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.>> She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'>> Patton said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'>> 'Well,' Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the> broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood> trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly> it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.>
