May 26, 2024
I drank again the other night. I shouldn’t have done it. I’d been sober for a while. The last time I drank was when I went to the Rockpool Bar and sat alone for hours drinking pint after pint. I talked to three friends who were flight attendants for a little while.
Last Tuesday I went to the grocery store and bought 12 beers and a pack of cigarettes. It was already 9 pm. I drank for a while in my room and listened to music. I vomited a bunch in the toilet. Then I started walking into town. I puked against a tree along the way.
I got to Rockpool and started talking to a guy standing out front. We started talking about weed. He said he could sell me some. He was smoking a joint and let me have a hit.
We walked to the ATM. I realized I didn’t have my card when we arrived. He said that I could manually bank transfer him the money. We spent a long time trying to figure it out. He used my phone to call some bank that provided his account number or something. I finally managed to transfer him $25.
I don’t really remember why I didn’t just take the bag then. I think it was because he said he didn’t have anything to smoke out of. I think he said he had papers or a bong back at his place.
So we started walking. We went into an alley to get his bike. For some reason I decided to start taking photos of him with the flash on. I have no idea why. I was drunk out of my mind. I guess I thought he’d like it?
He immediately started freaking out. He got all upset and was asking why I was taking photos. I said that I’d delete them. He started yelling about being a weed dealer and that he didn’t want me taking his photo.
I don’t really remember what happened next. He somehow got my phone and jumped on his bike. I kind of froze. I didn’t know if I should pull him off and get my phone back. I didn’t know if he had a knife or something. I chased him for a bit but he quickly got away.
I was pretty dumbstruck. I just walked feeling a lot more sober. I was so disappointed with myself. I couldn’t believe I’d let all of that happen. I felt like I’d done it to myself.
I had my old phone back at the house, so at least I had a spare. I also had an extra SIM card that I’d accidentally ordered.
I tried locking my phone from my Mac when I got home. I went to sleep.
I woke up all wet. I think I pissed the bed.
The next day I went with Mark to his wood shop. I was pretty hung over. Later in the taxi I felt like I might throw up.
Later that night I was installing my SIM card into my old phone. I entered my debit information and hit pay. The website said ‘insufficient funds’. My heart fell into my stomach.
I couldn’t get into my New Zealand bank account because of the two-factor verification. It wanted to send a verification code to either my stolen phone or an email that I had never heard of.
I payed for the plan with my Canadian credit card. Then I called my New Zealand bank. I locked my bank account over the phone.
The next morning I went to the bank. I told the lady what had happened. She was very friendly. She helped me log into my online banking with my new phone. All the money was gone. He had taken $410.
I really don’t know how he did that. I don’t remember giving him the passcode to my phone.
The transfers were made around 3 am, so it was right after he biked away. I also don’t understand how he logged into my bank app. I have a document on my phone with lots of my online passwords. Maybe there was something there.
The lady said that we might be able to get some money back. She says it’s not guaranteed, but that we may as well try.
So as of now my bank is still locked. I can’t pay with my card or transfer money. I’ve been using my TD credit card. I had some money in my chequeing account. I used that to transfer my rent money to Leila.
Today is Sunday. I hope it’s unlocked before next rent day.
I really feel disappointed with myself. My mind goes back to that beer I had in Mooloolaba last February. It was the first beer I’d had in nearly three years. I remember staring at it for while, before I took a sip. I was really unsure about what would happen if I drank it.
It’s crazy to think of all the horrible, nightmarish things that have transpired from that one decision.
I was with Mark and Jayne yesterday. We went to the Christchurch Court Theatre. They were selling a bunch of old props and theatre gear. Jayne bought some bags, a toy snake for the cat, and a doll.
We booked tickets to see a play at the theatre next Wednesday. They offer headphones for people who are visually impaired. I guess it’s some sort of audio description. I get in free because I’m there support person!
Mom also left me a message the other day. She said that a friend had told her about all the jobs up in Chisasibi. I haven’t planned that far ahead but I’m thinking of going up there after Montreal. It could be good.
I’m thinking of going to Argentina from Brisbane. I’ll stay for a week. Then I’ll fly to Toronto and see Nana and other people. Carter is moving to Victoria in August, so I’ll get to say goodbye to him. I may ask Kristal for a few shifts at the Fox, depending on whether I need the money.
Then I’ll take the Megabus to Montreal and stay with Mami for a little while. I don’t know for how long. After that I may go up to Chisasibi.