On Sat, 7 Jan 2006 17:53:04 -0700, "66 6F HCS"
>I've been drinking almost non stop since Monday night. I'm so beat up over
>the crap I've gone through in the last week and a half that I'm about to
>crack, seriously. lets see, two bottles of wine, two bottles of vodka, 3 six
>packs and 1 bottle of rum. HELP!!! I'm so ****ing depressed out here!!
Everyone heals at their own pace, and in their own way, and don't let
anyone try to rush it for you. Booze is NOT the way. It leaves you
with two choices... never sober up for the rest of your life, or, if
you do sober up, expect things to be just as bad as they were, or
maybe even worse.
Meanwhile, two things... Volunteer work, which takes your mind off
your problems and puts it to work on other people's problems, and the
old adage that "what does not kill us, makes us stronger."
Me, I find humor, even demented humor, which is an emergency services
trademark, in pretty much everything I face. If I'm laughing, it's
pretty hard to cry. Like this sample I saved...
Twas the night before Tookie's execution ...
Twas the night before D Day and all through San Quentin,
the Crypts were protesting, and liberals were ventin'.
The syringes were hung by the chamber with care,
in hopes that the reaper soon would be there.
The inmates were nestled all snug in their beds;
except for Old Tookie, who soon would be dead.
And me with my beer mug, dressed warm in my flannel,
had curled up to watch it, on the Fox News Channel.
I set up my TIVO to record the news station,
and thoroughly loved the momentous occasion.
It seemed lady justice had gotten her way,
and that there would be one less savage today.
When outside the jail there arose such a clatter,
the cameras had turned to see what was the matter.
When what to my civilized eyes did appear,
but a lineup of actors, all liberal, half queer.
The misguided freaks drew some curious looks,
as they proclaimed his innocence; clutching his books.
The tears then flew out from Sarandon's eyes,
as she nominated him again for the Nobel Peace Prize.
The actors were tethered to an ACLU sleigh,
all towing the line of the urban decay.
On Asner, on Penn, on liberal cop-haters,
On Sharpton, on Jesse and other race-baiters.
Then at 12:01 all curled up like a beetle,
Tookie, defiant, cried like a bitch as they gave him the needle.
When up from the actors there arose such a cry,
they had failed in their mission, and Tookie DID DIE !!
I heard Bill O'Reilly say, as I turned out my light,
What a marvelous sightl ... there was justice tonight !!
Tookie didn't even get a last toke...
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