When The Torch Is on Your Ass . . .

If I NEVER became alcoholic, I am quite sure I still would have drank tons and done a lot of damage anyway.

The beginning of the sick journey would be the same – just the ending might be different.I am equally sure that I would have stopped at some point – you know . . . “Put the plug in the jug” because the torch on my ass was just too much to handle anymore.

I would have felt sick and tired all the time and eventually when I hit that point of being sick and tied of being sick and tired – I would just have weighed the consequences and have moderated or stopped altogether.

I laugh (To myself of course) when I hear someone say they were able to stop drinking because they were “sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

Are you jiving me? “CHRIST! You don’t know the meaning of heartbreak buddy!” Real alcoholics continue to drink EVEN WHEN they are sick and tired and EVEN AFTER they sick and tired of being sick and tired!

I actually did try it once.

I told a friend of mine I was going to “Eliminate alcohol from my life” because it was “Holding me back”. It was like,

“Look at what a fantastic Wall Street genius I am NOW. Imagine if I didn’t have the handicap of a good drunk once or twice a week. MAN! I’d be able to take over the world. The planet is lucky I am not a crook – otherwise I’d be a Lex Luthor!” And there isnt any such thing as Superman to stop me!

Of course that idea just flew by the wayside the first time I tried to “Cut down” – to “EASE” my way along and taper off and become the sober benevolent genius for which I was surely destined – in order to further my empire!

A local business man (You might know as “The Donald”) later made it to my grudge-list.

That bastard did for himself what I was never able to do for myself — and I tried like hell. I’ve never seen him drunk – ever! I’ve seen him drink. But NEVER drunk. Spoiled, unhandicapped bastard!

How’s THAT for “alcoholic thinking”?

Peace,

Danny S

When The Torch Is on Your Ass . . .

If I NEVER became alcoholic, I am quite sure I still would have drank tons and done a lot of damage anyway.

The beginning of the sick journey would be the same – just the ending might be different.I am equally sure that I would have stopped at some point – you know . . . “Put the plug in the jug” because the torch on my ass was just too much to handle anymore.

I would have felt sick and tired all the time and eventually when I hit that point of being sick and tied of being sick and tired – I would just have weighed the consequences and have moderated or stopped altogether.

I laugh (To myself of course) when I hear someone say they were able to stop drinking because they were “sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

Are you jiving me? “CHRIST! You don’t know the meaning of heartbreak buddy!” Real alcoholics continue to drink EVEN WHEN they are sick and tired and EVEN AFTER they sick and tired of being sick and tired!

I actually did try it once.

I told a friend of mine I was going to “Eliminate alcohol from my life” because it was “Holding me back”. It was like,

“Look at what a fantastic Wall Street genius I am NOW. Imagine if I didn’t have the handicap of a good drunk once or twice a week. MAN! I’d be able to take over the world. The planet is lucky I am not a crook – otherwise I’d be a Lex Luthor!” And there isnt any such thing as Superman to stop me!

Of course that idea just flew by the wayside the first time I tried to “Cut down” – to “EASE” my way along and taper off and become the sober benevolent genius for which I was surely destined – in order to further my empire!

A local business man (You might know as “The Donald”) later made it to my grudge-list.

That bastard did for himself what I was never able to do for myself — and I tried like hell. I’ve never seen him drunk – ever! I’ve seen him drink. But NEVER drunk. Spoiled, unhandicapped bastard!

How’s THAT for “alcoholic thinking”?

Peace,

Danny S