ALCOHOLISM AND NATIVE AMERICAN MALES 
 
 
 

                    NAME:  Dusty Lodge, John                                              *

 

                        AGE:  28                                                                        *

 

      OCCUPATION:  Construction Worker                                         *

       REASON FOR

          INTERVIEW:  Third D.U.I. conviction within a span of 4 years

 

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                            BY:  Family friend                                                     *

 

SETTING: 

 

John runs into an old friend of his dad, Frank Sprintingweasel, at the gas station on a Monday morning.  John knows Frank quit drinking some years back and hasn’t had a drink since.  John decides that maybe it's time for a change concerning his drinking, so he starts asking Frank a few questions…

 

 

 

 

John:      Hey, Frank, you gotta minute?

Frank:    Sure, what’s up?

John:         I was gonna ask your advice on something…

Frank:    Oh yeah, I heard you got tossed in this weekend.  Heard it on the scanner …always have it on during the powwow, especially at night.

John:      Damn, I wonder who else knows.

Frank:    How many D.U.I.’s is that now?

John:      Holy cow!  How did you know about the other ones?  This one makes it three.

 

Frank:    Dang, boy, one more and it’s some tax-paid room and board up at Deer Lodge [Montana State Prison] for you…for at least six months. 

John:      Really?  How do you know?

Frank:    How do you think I got sober?  Got six of ‘em bad boys.  Spent a year and two months up there.

John:      Wow!  Well, I sure as heck don’t wanna go to prison.  That’s why I was gonna ask your advice…I think I might need some help, but I’m not sure how to go about it.

Frank:    Well, right now, you’re feeling pretty guilty and it probably seems like you gotta quit.  But I seen you in the past, after the other two D.U.I’s.  Took about a month after the last one you had before I heard you put your car in the ditch…again.  Hell, that should have been your third one then.  Lucky for you your friends got you home before the cops got there.

John:      I know. 

Frank:    So maybe we should look at a few things first just to show you that deciding to sober up might be a really good idea for a person like you.   Remember ol’ Fred who used to hang out down in front of the mercantile?  Remember how drunk he was all the time?

John:      Yeah.

Frank:    Well, one morning last winter, the cops found him in the alley behind the grocery store downtown froze to death.

John:      Oh hell, I ain't that bad.  

Frank:    Yeah, you may not be…for now. 

John:      Hey, did you go to any treatment when you got outta prison?

Frank:    Sure did.  Didn’t really feel like spending any more “quality time” in Deer Lodge later on.  Spent about a month at the Yellow Creek Treatment Center right after I got out just to make sure I got all the help I needed to try and pull my head outta my butt.

John:      Well, after court today, I’m gonna give them a call for an interview and see what’s up.

*Click on the following links to see the outcome of both John’s choices*

Well, did John do what he said he was going to do and call the treatment center?

 

Or did that desperate feeling of getting sober once and for all wear off as his mind told him that he wasn’t really that bad off, that maybe he was just overreacting?