No, I'm not here to admitt my own addiction. Now, I have an addictive personality, at least so I beleive. If I indeed do have one I manage it quite well. But, to me addiction is as scary as the Haint in the holler. So, I stear clear.
Yesterday addiction's kept coming up in conversation. People's Drinking Addictions and Drug Addictions mostly. It covered various people we know or know of. Before the day was over I was staring it in the face. The face of someone who was once a freind, but, is now a hollow Meth Head.
To make a long story short I saw his Ex Wife who wanted him to have an Alchaholics Anonymous Book. Out of a small group of people I said that I would take it to him. I hadn't seen him in months and not only did I want to see his alledged sorry state for myself, I was less emotionaly tied and a man...able to defend myself from who ever was there. So, I went down there.
I heard he had a new car...the last one had a collission with a horse...but, there was nothing but an empty drive way. I didn't know if he was home...but, someone could have the car. I knocked on the door and there was no sound. I listened close and heard a murmur of some kind. So, I tested the knob and the door came open. The house had a Apple Cinnamon smell to it. And there was a light on in the kitchen. He was sitting up right in a chair with his head turned away from me and a quilt in his lap. On the couch was someone face first with their face into the back of the couch. I called his name...nothing. I called again....no response. I walked into the room and called to him...nothing. I went up to him and reached out to touch his arm. I fully expected him to be cold. As soon as I touched him his eyes lit open big and round. "Oh Hey."
"I called to you several times and you were asleep."
"Yeah guess I was tired"
"Long time no see"
"Yeah it's been a few day's"
"A few day's, it's more like a few months"
"I guess it has been"
I Told him I was there as a favor to his ex and no sooner than I got the words out of my mouth he told me he didn't have her money yet, but, as soon as he did...
"That's not why I'm here.She wanted you to have this"
He looked at the blank cover and sat it on a table next to him. He had a yellow tinge and was real guant. Sweat broke out on his forehead as I was talking wth him. In the mean time the boy asleep on the couch rose up and walked around looking at stuff nervous like on the walls. I stayed 10 minutes or so.
His last words as I was going out the door was for me to tell his ex he would have her money.
No one can help him. I fear the next time I see him he will be in a casket.Happy Mothers Day
If your a mother or any variation of, Happy Mothers Day! Your essential to the survival of the human race.Jello News
Jello Boy is doing well. In our addiction(oh, saying the word is deppressing) conversation he told me a story from his Graduation Frolic at Myrtle Beach SC some moons back. There was someone he didn't know, a kid from Ohio that had been pouring Tequila through a funnel down his throat. Well, he passed out of course. An EMT Student told Jello that the boy had alchahol poisening and that if he didn't get him to vomitting real quick he was going to die. So, Jello Boy threw him in the shower, turned the water on and stuck his finger down the guy's throat. He threw up and became another hung over High School Graduate. Some Months later Jello went to a teen party in Spartanburg SC and the Ohio boy was there. He remembered him and has ran into him in out of the blue places since and the boy alway's remembers him. Jello Boy is not all love sick goofiness.Ohio
You know, for being north of The Mason Dixon Line, I like the people from Ohio. A few I've had scrapes with, but, that's personality stuff and not some cultural rudeness. Shoe Blogging 11Bravo Style
You see those Jungle Boots at the top right of the page? Yeah, the ones with a great pistol sitting on them. Those have been a fine pair of boots. I've wore them for duty and hunted and just plain tromped the mountains in them. But, the inner leather sole has gotten a little dried out. The Right boot in the toe area is curled upward and cramped my toes yestreday. There I was stomping up a Forest Service Road and my toes were either smashed or numb. I found myself hobling on the gravel. They still have plenty of sole and the lether is not too bad. (I had a pair that was part melted on the botton from warming them by fires) I think I'll get them soaking wet and fill the toes with something to try to flatten them out. Of course I have three more pairs of Jungle Boots. A black pair, a good ol' pair and a Korean Imitation pair. I like the regular old green sided boots. Hey! The Drive By Truckers
are on the Radio! Southern Bitch
is next! OK, back to my boots, there will be time for Good Southern Rock later. Some years back The Army in one of it's sorry moves announced there would be no more Green Jungle Boots. It was a tragedy to me. Then, a warehouse of OD Jungle Boots was found and they said, OK...Green can stay. Or, so the story goes. I can buy a new pair, but, I might as well buy a pair of deserts.
Well. I've been in front of this thing long enough.