“You don’t know what I fear.”
(How could you???)
Immediately after I was delivered to my front porch from UBH, I boarded my little Chariot and went to the Beer Store.
I did NOT fall off the wagon.
Then, Just for fun, I called in an air-strike to finish her off.
No more wagon!
Flash Forward to present day:
I am struggling.
The Rehab did not ‘rehabilitate’ me.
It just allowed me to ‘dry out’ for a week.
(I needed the break)
But now, I find me back in that same old familiar place.
Dodging the DT Monster.
Telling the two-and-a-half friends I have left:
“I am sorry.”
Perhaps I will die soon.
There is an Election Coming Up!
And I would not miss that for all the Rum In Jamaica.