The Morning After I Drank Myself to Death
If I had only knew.
911, do you have an emergency?
Long pause……..
Hello? This is 911, can I help you?
Uh….Hi, my name is Debbie, Carl is my son, as the caller said with a cracking, almost uncertain, embarrassed voice. We haven’t heard from…..Mark, hold on a second!
Sorry about that, it’s my husband, Mark, he’s just worried.
I understand Debbie, what’s your emergency?
We haven’t heard from our son in three days. He lives alone in the city, and we are worried. He’s not answering his pho….Debbie bursts into tears, and drops the phone, she then leans over to catch her breath.
Hello? Who is this?
Hi, this is 911, do you have an emergency?
Hi, this is Mark, Carl’s Dad. I read they have something called a “Welfare” check? How do we go about doing that?
Debbie, will you calm down! Hold on a second!
Sorry about that, she is all worked up. She said she feels something is terribly wrong, but Carl does this all the time. He disappears, then reappears, then goes quiet again. It’s really wearing his mother, and I down.
