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Underground eXperts United
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[ Enforced ] [ By The GNN ]
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"ENFORCED"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
"don't you tell me how I feel"
(NiN)
Eight months ago, a man hung himself to death in his own apartment. He
had used his favorite leather-tie to end his own life that cold winter
morning. His choice of suicide was classic - death by asphyxia, he was
found dead in the bathroom. However, he was not found dead at once. It
took several weeks before the police drilled his door open and entered,
followed by a dozen of his friends and relatives. They practically bursted
into the flat, despise the police men who desperately tried to keep them
away from the stiff corpse.
The scene was chaotic. People screamed, cried and acted like maniacs in
the small bathroom of the dead bachelor. Obviously, the man had been very
depressed the last months before his tragic death so friends and relatives
claimed that they were not at all surprised. He had severe alcohol
problems, they said. We knew he was capable of doing this, they continued.
He was fired from work two days before his death, someone said. We did
everything we could to prevent him from doing this! a woman yelled before
she was led away by her husband.
It was all true. The man had been depressed, he had been fired from his
work. But there was no sign of alcohol problems in the flat. It was nice
and tidy, not dirty and covered with bottles as one might expect.
The dead man was twenty-five years old. His name was John Smith. Until
the day he was fired from work, he had been a successful mathematician at a
local computer company. The people at the company told me that they had no
clue about his drinking problems. However, the boss said, we did not
notice anything until his own mother called me up and sobbed something
about Mr Smith being a deep alcoholic. Because of company policy, I had no
other choice than suspending him until he had taken care of his problems.
He had not been fired, the boss emphasized.
His mother confirmed the fact. She had called the company her son
worked at and explained that he was in desperate need for help to get over
his alcohol problems. She had been aware of his problems for a long time
she said. She started to sob as she recalled an incident that occurred when
he was young. One late night, she explained, John had stumbled into the
house drunk, his belly filled to the limit with cheap beer from the
drugstore. He was only fourteen years old at the time. They had talked to
him and he showed remorse. But, she continued, it was probably only a fake
mask she saw of him at the time. She never saw him drunk again and
they never spoke about the embarrassing incident until he was twenty-four
and that friend of him called her up.
John Smith went to Gren University to study mathematics when he was
nineteen. The parents was naturally very satisfied of his mature choice of
education. He had to move very far away from his home town though,
something he often said was the best thing he had ever done. Like many
young men, John Smith early felt the urge of packing his bags and move west
to seek new frontiers. The university, he said, was only his first stop.
He would never return to his home town again. It was simply too sleepy
for him.
He lived at the campus of the university for four years. He soon made a
name around the place, and everyone knew about him. Especially, John Smith
was known of being the hardest drinker around. No one could ever beat him
when it came to alcohol. Rumors said he could gulp down ten beers in a row
without the slightest sign of nausea. He was the head party-lion of the
entire campus, and perhaps even of the whole city.
Despise this, Mr Smith made it all through his education with excellent
grades. He even claimed that he enjoyed drinking, that it was not so bad
at all. He enjoyed sitting in a pub with his friends, chatting, while
having a few beers in the evening. The only thing he found boring, he
said, was that too many of his friends seemed to have problems. Problems
with girls, their education and sometimes even their whole life. He did
everything he could to cheer them up. But some of them was too depressed
for salvation. He did not like to see his friends drop out of school and
turn into nobodies, just because they suffered from a temporary lack of
reason. But he could not do anything. He had to get on with his own life.
The last year in school, John lost many of his closest friends. They
moved away, left school and started new lives. Some of them turned into
real alcoholics because of their personal problems. When John tried to get
them out of their habit, they confronted him about his own drinking. The
only answer John had was that he enjoyed it, and had complete control,
while they seemed to just drink to forget. No one accepted the answer.
Many of them tried to get John to quit drinking, but he refused. He said
that he had no problems with alcohol. He claimed that his friends ought to
take care of their own problems instead of creating them for him.
Things got worse. Suddenly, John was not allowed to drink one single
beer at the local pub because of his friends. They constantly claimed that
it was the best for him. John did not mind at first, but after a while he
lost control. His friends only talked to him about what they saw as his
problems, but he refused to listen. When they brought up the subject the
first time, he simply said that he was not drinking anything and there was
no need to talk about it. They insisted that he should talk about his
problems, but he only said that he had not got any. You ought to take care
of your problems instead, he said and tried to remain calm.
His friends did not give up. They checked up on him all the time, making
sure that he was not swallowing a single drop. John turned aggressive. He
shouted that his friends were playing some sinister game with him. He kept
on saying that he had no problems. He kept on saying that it was his
friends that had severe problems with their lives and now they used him for
personal therapy. His friends notified A.A. and begged them to take on the
case of John Smith. They did everything they could, but it only made John
more angry.
You need help, a woman from A.A. said with a sweet voice.
I do not need help, John replied - clearly annoyed.
That is what all alcoholics replies, she said.
Listen, those who need help are my friends! John shouted at her.
That is what all alcoholics shout, she said.
Leave me alone! he cried and hung up.
That is what all alcoholics do, she explained to John's friends.
After he had left school, he moved to City of Glass on the east coast and
began working as a mathematician at a local computer company. When a friend
of him came to visit (to check out that he was okay), he found John in
a bar - drinking beer. The friend shouted at him to stop, but Smith just
looked confused. I have no problems, he yelled. I am here for a quick
beer before I go home to sleep, that is all. But his friend refused to
listen.
The next morning the friend called John's mother and told her about
the situation. She collapsed and had to be taken to the nearest hospital.
While she recovered, the father called John up and explained that he ought
to quit drinking. It did not matter what John said, no one listened. He
had problems, they said. Gigantic problems. He was an alcoholic that
wasted his life and almost had killed his own mother.
A few days later, John's mother got home. She immediately called the
boss at his work and told him about the tragic situation.
Two days later John Smith was dead and gone, hanging in his favorite
leather-tie in his tidy bathroom. He could not stand it any more.
The alcohol had slain him, his friends said and buried him.
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