What Meeting Are You Going to Tomorrow?

When the sheriff came to help my terrified wife grab a few of her belongings from our house, so she could leave me, I was passed out in a drunken stupor on the bed. That day I had drunk more than I had in the decade we'd been together. I turned into an insane, infantile, terrorizing, and abusive beast that last day of drinking. I'm sure I had come close before but I was in rare form that day. It culminated with me trying to wrench a set of car keys out of her hand. She was gripping them too tightly for my liking, so I bit her arm with vigor. She screamed and called for the police, and I made a cowardly escape, bribing some stranger at an ATM for a quick ride out of Forestville to avoid arrest.