Yeah. There are some missing Chapters. But writing, not unlike life, is not linear. (Is that a word?—linear?) So… I mustered up some courage and some sobriety, and that is a very narrow window to dive through. Managed to go to the ‘Commerce Rent-A-Shed’ and retrieve half of my shit. (I had dreamed about this the night before) Had it all planned out… NE-Way, I did it, next day
Truthfully, within three hours–sleep and I have issues of late.
Sleep to me now is akin to death–we do not get along. Damn near to kilt me.
BP off the chart. But before I came home, I stopped off at Wal*Mart and purchased some more… Drum roll… Booze. All be good in my neighborhood. Got home. Off-loaded my shit, Got drunker than I already was… (Now, mind you, I did NOT drive to Wal*Mart drunk, I was ‘mildly intoxicated,’ big diff. Only an alcoholic would know the substantial difference. Well… Got ‘Home’, off-loaded my shit. Now, Three or six days later… It, my shit, surrounds me, mocking. Boxes and boxes of my life. Waiting to be ‘unboxed.’ But… I am a busy man, and cannot be bothered. Perhaps tomorrow.