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Dude, what's up with people coming out of the closet, and promptly returning? Just when Henniker was getting cool!
So, the hunger has subsided. For the past week, I have been consuming high-calorie goodies with reckless abandon, pausing only to nap it off. I simply couldn't help it. I ate whatever I saw. And there were 4 pies in the refridgerator. So yesterday I resorted to only eating pickles and Diet Dr. Pepper. Any more calories and my skin would just melt off. Finally the beast within me settled.
Lately the planets have been a-stir in the heavens, and my daily patterns have been changing. For instance, I have some new friends. Which is good, because none of the old ones want to hang out. Do people think it's a joke when I say, "Call me back." I can hear them now: "Omigod, Matt called! I'll let you listen to it...oh, there he goes leaving his number again. The timing is legendary. Man, what a scream!"
Over the weekend, I hung out with my old friend Nick, who used to do a lot of drugs, (more than me in my day), got into a big accident, and now goes to AA. I kind of want to go to a meeting, not because I think I am an alcoholic, but because maybe it will help me never be. I'm sure it's mighty depressing. If I don't want to go get a drink after, then I'm okay.
So Nick invited me to hang out with his AA buddies saturday night, and I accepted. At first I thought, what is a saturday night without 2 thirty-racks and a sore throat from playing Beirut? But it turned out to be rather awesome. We ate pizza and played "Shout About Movies!" until 2am. I laughed and laughed. And if we been drinking, we may have lost interest and perhaps there would've been a fist fight in the kitchen. Who knows?
I know I made some decent friends, and even one guy who lives a few miles from me and let me borrow some Czechsylvania porno. (See, ex-alcoholics are addicted to everything else.) I'm not saying I'm quitting drinking, but now I know I can have fun without it? I knew I'd sound lame no matter how I put it.
So, the hunger has subsided. For the past week, I have been consuming high-calorie goodies with reckless abandon, pausing only to nap it off. I simply couldn't help it. I ate whatever I saw. And there were 4 pies in the refridgerator. So yesterday I resorted to only eating pickles and Diet Dr. Pepper. Any more calories and my skin would just melt off. Finally the beast within me settled.
Lately the planets have been a-stir in the heavens, and my daily patterns have been changing. For instance, I have some new friends. Which is good, because none of the old ones want to hang out. Do people think it's a joke when I say, "Call me back." I can hear them now: "Omigod, Matt called! I'll let you listen to it...oh, there he goes leaving his number again. The timing is legendary. Man, what a scream!"
Over the weekend, I hung out with my old friend Nick, who used to do a lot of drugs, (more than me in my day), got into a big accident, and now goes to AA. I kind of want to go to a meeting, not because I think I am an alcoholic, but because maybe it will help me never be. I'm sure it's mighty depressing. If I don't want to go get a drink after, then I'm okay.
So Nick invited me to hang out with his AA buddies saturday night, and I accepted. At first I thought, what is a saturday night without 2 thirty-racks and a sore throat from playing Beirut? But it turned out to be rather awesome. We ate pizza and played "Shout About Movies!" until 2am. I laughed and laughed. And if we been drinking, we may have lost interest and perhaps there would've been a fist fight in the kitchen. Who knows?
I know I made some decent friends, and even one guy who lives a few miles from me and let me borrow some Czechsylvania porno. (See, ex-alcoholics are addicted to everything else.) I'm not saying I'm quitting drinking, but now I know I can have fun without it? I knew I'd sound lame no matter how I put it.