The Old Boy Went and Quit. Just Said No. Now He's Trying Not to Make a Caricature of Himself. Doesn't want to End Up Blowing His Brains Out All Over the Kitchen Like Our Hero, The Godfather, HST. Everyday a New Beginning. One Day At a Stinking Time My Friends. It Did Get Weird Enough for Me. Saving Ourselves to Save the World That Relatively Doesn't Need to Be Saved. Putting Off the Next Cocktail Till Tomorrow. Aloha.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
2012 in Socially Constructed Reality.
Well, on 1/11/12 I made it to a year of sobriety. I'm sitting here watching the Denver Broncos get slaughtered in the playoffs by the New England Patriots. It's not looking good. It's a blood bath. But i'm on the bus. No cocktails, no weed, no powdered inhalants up my nose. Not much to report, graduate school, secret meetings, studying, heartless romance, same old, same old. The Sober Gonzo has been preaching about once a month. That's always interesting. Oh, that's a good idea. Maybe I'll post the most recent sermon. Anyways. Doesn't look good for Tim Tebow and the Broncos tonight. Not looking good at all. But I'm going to sleep sober tonight. One day at a time. That's all it takes. One day at a time.
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