Still in Washington

The trip my aunt made was short. They attended a wedding in Idaho. My cousins and I grew up together during the summers, starting when we were young and not attending school during summer vacations. My cousins lived in Chicago, they would come out during the summer and stay with their mother in California, and I would join them wherever they were. This was always fun. We had not seen each other for years and reminisced about times past. The three of us had become heavy drinkers and my going to Washington created the perfect environment to catch up with each other's experiences since we were all discharged from the military in the late 1960's. My cousins were Marines and I was Navy. My Aunt and Uncle came home after a short trip, which lasted around ten days. I started looking for a place to rent, while they started planning for a two-month drive to the south and other parts of the United States. I rented his apartment in a building that had outlived its usefulness, and should have been torn down at least twenty years earlier, if not for the beach location, I am sure it would have been. I rented this place with my cousin's son, another alcoholic carrying on a fine tradition in our family. The arrangement did not work out very well. It lasted for about two month's, and then I was on my own again, after requesting my cousin to leave. I just hung at this place for a few months not making any progress concerning a sensible lifestyle. Things were decidedly not working to my advantage and I was extremely depressed. While I was in Washington, I had a hard time, which was brought on by myself during the two years I was there. I ended up with three DWI's in a six-month period.