The Idiot And The Odyssey Take One And Take Duh. There Will Be A Part Three. There Will NOT Be A Part Four Because I’ll Be Dead’r ‘N’ Disco Before That Ever Happens

Before We Begin, I Simply MUST Kick This Off With My Newest Favorite Song, Just to ‘Set’ The Tone:

I Havta Write What I Know.

I Know Women

I Know Booze

And Not Much Else

So There Ya Go and Therefore Here We Are


Midland, “Drinkin’ Problem”

“They Call It A Problem; I Call It A Solution”

I Have Melded Two Posts Into One–One Old, One New. I Do This For Continuity And History. Don’t Want Y’all Gettin’ Lost In The Weed Garden That Is My Life

Over the past three or four weeks or so I have been to the Commerce Hospital ER no less than five or eight times.

The Greenville Hospital at Least Three Times

But who’s keeping score right?

I am, that’s who.

I need the ‘Frequent Flyer Miles’

I am goin’ for the record. I think I am there now, or at least real fuckin’ close.

Not proud of it.

Damn sure ain’t ashamed of it.

I have also been to “Glen Oaks Dry-Out Emporium” at least four or five times.

Nice folks, and I ALWAYS meet the most interesting ‘fellow brokens’ while ‘stationed’ there.

And a few of the female staff wanna adopt me.

Bless their hearts.

Reminds me of a song,

And be very Careful what you wish for Ladies

Anyhow, my last ‘Institutionalized’ experience afforded me two days and nights in the Luxurious Commerce City Jail.

Strictly my choice, believe it or don’t, but in truth. I volunteered.

I’ll explain in the my next installment

And, Yes!

“I’ve Got The Answers, Because I’m G’Damn


My computer is acting really stupid, so I am forced to cut this short for now.

I shall continue, after I take a ball-peen hammer to my comp.

See Y’all in a few.

Stay Safe.

And Stay Far Away From The Commerce City Jail

If You Are Able

P.S., If Y’all are new here, or have not been paying attention, all of these ‘experiences’ were fueled by alcohol, but most of you already know this. Not tryin’ to insult your intelligence, nor disparage your knowledge


Part The First

I realize I have been remiss of late—Not PostingSorry ‘Bout That.

I was over-taken by Events

Perhaps if you read this you will understand and grant me a ‘Pass’.

Or Not

Desperado- Linda Ronstadt and the Eagles

“Your Prison is Walkin’

Thru This World all Alone.”

Yes! My Life Has A Fukkin’ Soundtrack.

And Linda Has A Flat-Ass–I Love Her Anyway!

For you see:

“I have of late—but wherefore
I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of
exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my
disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to
me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy,
the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why,
it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent
congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man!”

But Tread Soft With My Heart.

You Will Not Like Me If You Anger Me

I Will NOT Be ‘Played’

The Forever

Hopeless Romantic


Dyed in the Wool

‘Cock-Eyed Optimist

C’est Moi!

Ed. Note:

This may be somewhat convoluted, as my memories are often clouded by my booze experiences. I will endeavor to give the best true accounting as I honestly try to remember the events which landed me here, 07JUL2022

“Bad Liver and a Broken Heart”

–Tom Waits For No Man

Midland – Drinkin’ Problem



About a month and a half ago I tried to quit drinking.

Guess what happened?

Went to the Commerce Hospital ER No Less than 3 or 4 times.

Discharged from Hospital last time and was informed I was being evicted from my domicile of two years.

“Too Much Drama” was the reason I was given.

Made sense to me—could not argue her point.

She gave me 24 hours to vacate the premises.

That was NOT gonna work for me so I begged an ‘extension’ of three days. She Granted. (‘Bless her heart’)

Meantime, I called the Commerce Police and asked if they could give me a ride to Glen Oaks ‘Dry-Out/Looney Tunes’ Hospital in Greenville—‘Bout fifteen miles away.

“Sure, We aim to serve and protect.”
“Great! Come get me. I’ll be here on the floor and the door is unlocked.”

Civil Servant Cop came and got me, assisted me to my passenger seat and then dropped me at ‘Glen Oaks Hospital for the Broken’

Since I am a veteran,

They required no money from me—May God Forever Bless them.

I spent about nine days at Glen Oaks—Met some other wonderful ‘Broken’ Souls—There were loving connections Made. I enjoyed the camaraderie.

Eventually, one of the staff, a pimply-faced not much more than a kid, drove me back to my ‘home’ which was no longer my home…

I proceeded to load some of my shit into my Ford LaBomba Explorer.

My erstwhile lover/best friend in my universe had made arrangements for me to stay at the Magnuson Hotel until I could find an apartment—a very cheap apartment.

Finally managed to do that.

Then things got weird.

To Be continued.

Very soon–today, in fact.

Believe That? Wanna Buy a Bridge?

Stay Tuned

2 thoughts on “The Idiot And The Odyssey Take One And Take Duh. There Will Be A Part Three. There Will NOT Be A Part Four Because I’ll Be Dead’r ‘N’ Disco Before That Ever Happens

  1. I understand, Lance. Sometimes, you need a break from blogging. I just took my little vacation last month and I needed it. Blessings!

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