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Turns out it was me that beat up Scott that night. Well OK, both of us got beat up... but upon forensic investigation his wounds were all defensive. I didnt believe anything he said about me, like I sounded like a typical drunk, sounded like Greg or my dad... "I did not say that!" "I didnt do that!" From what I remember and what he said I did it sounds to me that he pissed me off and I started talking shit, said something REALLY "uncalled for", he choked me, then I went into PTSD mode. He said I was calling him Harlan and that I came at him with a knife. Anyway, no more whiskey. I REALLY want to never get that way again.

In the meantime I started working at a nursing home in batavia. I only make $8.75 an hour, and the benefits are totally shitty and there's no tuition reimbursement BUT it's a way laid back place to work, with a good CNA to resident ratio. Not saying that my back's not in agony by the end of the day... but it'll get better when I can buy new shoes and my feet/knees/back get used to be being used and abused like that on a daily basis. OSHA ranks being a CNA as the profession most damaging to the back. It takes me 2 hours and 2 percocets to fall asleep.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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