Up-Dated–Added An Excellent Video. “Hem–My Hero–Everyone Needs A Hero.” Right? (Truly Screw’d This Post Up, But What Would You Expect? I’m A Drunk, NOT An Alcoholic–I Don’t Go To Meetings)


Easily Said.

Impossibly Done

One of The Most Eye Opening Motivational Videos Ever

Credit: MotivationHub


My day as an Active alcoholic | Withdrawals | Alcohol damages your body

Street Cred: 1Sober2Another


Damn Waste–That He Blew His Head Off With A Shotgun! Why, Oh Why? Why Did He Rob Us–Of All The Words Which Still Remained In His Head? Why!?? Asshole!”


Yeah, In My Humble Way, I Can Too Much Relate.

And, Sorry About The Rather Longish Commercial, But It Would Be Un-Gracious Of Me To ‘Edit’ It Out–

So I Won’t

Cred-For-Vid: Sisyphus 55

Sisyphus 55


A Guide To Alcoholism & Addiction

Damn Waste–That He Blew His Head Off With A Shotgun–Good I Don’t Have A Shotgun. For I May Have Been ‘Tempted’ ‘Lured’ Into Doing ‘The Right Thing’–And Going Out With Honor

Just Like Hem

Bonnie Tyler – She Needs A HeroI

Thought I could Fill That Role When I was

(X2–Always Gotta Get THAT In)

Attending Navy SEAL Training

Ever’One Needs a Hero/Role Model to ‘Model’ One’s Life By.

Hemingway Will Always Be “My Go-To Guy–

Always, Until That Day I Die

A Guide To Alcoholism & Addiction


“The way into understanding him is through the relationships with women in his life.”

— Lynn Novick

“I can’t imagine how toxic it must have been to have been around him.”

-Ken  Burns.

“I can easily imagine it.”

Lance Marcom

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”


“I could only care about people a very few at a time.”


“Wherever he was. Whatever he was doing. Alcohol fueled everything.”

–Ken Burns.

“I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.”


I Whole-Heatedly Concur Ernest–Yep I Do

–Lance Marcom


She shot very well this good, this rich bitch, this kindly caretaker and destroyer of his talent. Nonsense. He had destroyed his talent himself. Why should he blame this woman because she kept him well? He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook.

What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his talent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil.

It was strange, too, wasn’t it, that when he fell in love with another woman, that woman should always have more money than the last one? But when he no longer was in love, when he was only lying, as to this woman, now, who had the most money of all, who had all the money there was, who had had a husband and children, who had taken lovers and been dissatisfied with them, and who loved him dearly as a writer, as a man, as a companion and as a proud possession; it was strange that when he did not love her at all and was lying, that he should be able to give her more for her money than when he had really loved.

–“The Snows of Kilimanjaro”


It was now about three o‟clock in the morning and Francis Macomber,
who had been asleep a little while after he had stopped thinking about
the lion, wakened and then slept again, woke suddenly, frightened in a
dream of the bloody-headed lion standing over him, and listening while
his heart pounded, he realized that his wife was not in the other cot in
the tent. He lay awake with the knowledge of two hours.

At the end of that time his wife came into the tent, lifted her mosquito
bar and crawled cozily into bed.

“Where have you been?” Macomber asked in the darkness.
“Hello,” she said. “Are you awake?”
“Where have you been?”
“I just went out to get a breath of air.”
“You did, like hell.”
“What do you want me to say, darling?”
“Where have you been?”
“Out to get a breath of air.”
“That‟s a new name for it. You are a bitch.”
“Well, you‟re coward.”
“All right,” he said. “What of it?”

–“The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber


“I would rather have one honest enemy than most of the friends I have known.”


Internet Will NOT Allow Me to Down-Load/ Steal This! Grrrrr!!! Nor Even ‘Credit it! Fuk U Internet! Trust Me Kids; I WILL Find ‘A Work-Around–I ALWAYS dO!

Was Ernest Hemingway a Misogynist? | PBS



Yes! ‘The Asshole Boy Is Back In Commerce-Town’ Or ‘How I Spent My Summer Vacation.’ Obviously This Will Be Another WIPID–‘Work In Progress–I Digress.’

Author’s Moron Ed. Note: This Post is in Serious Need of

An Edit Enema

So… Check Back Early & Often.

I Tend To ‘Edit-As-I Go’–Horrible ‘Writer’s Bad Habit’

Be There A ‘Glen Oaks’ For That?

Naw. I Will Never Find ‘Help’ For My Bad Writing

Mais, Bonne Chance Mes Amis, et ‘Me’

The Boy Is Back In Town

(Best To Hide Yer Daughters)

Street Cred: Thin Lizzy Official


So… Check Back Early & Often.

I Tend To ‘Edit-As-I Go’–Horrible ‘Writer’s Bad Habit’

Be There A ‘Glen Oaks For That?

Naw. I Will Never Find ‘Help’ For My Bad Writing

Et Bonne Chance, Mes Amis


I Am Frantically Trying to Accurately And Honestly Recount My Recent Events As Fast As I Can: While They Are Still Fresh & Alive & Bubbling In My Mind.

Bare With Me. And Please Stay Tuned!

And Y’all Already Know By Now…

This is a ‘Rough Draft’

(Ain’t They All?)


DT’S Comin’ On Soon–Monsoon!

Glen Oaks, Take Two, Three, Four, More?

At This Point, I Have Lost Count, Or…

A Sailor/Texan Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest-

Once More


One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Thug Notes Summary & Analysis

“In My Dreams At Least I Don’t Die”

Thank God I Have ‘Frequent Flyer Miles’ W/Them:

“Glen Oaks Loony Toons Hospital”

They Know Me There,

But Never in That

‘Biblical Sense’–


Damn The Rotten Luck!

I Had a Major CRUSH On A ‘Thirty-Something’

Brilliantly Wicked-Smart,

Beautiful Young Lady

Yes! She Knows Who She Is, But You ‘Casual Readers’

Will NEVER Know–Ever! Not Ever!

Happily Married “Girl”

99.99 Percent of Y’all Will Never Deserve to know.

Jes Sayin’


“Outside The sun is up and The Wind Blows me like a paper cup,

Down the High-way”

Here is My Stolen Song for Her:

i.e., I was almost old enough to be her grandfather!

(Story-of-my-Life: Always just a little too late)

Have I used this ‘line’ before?

Note to self: ‘Move this BS Line UP a few lines



Anyway, It Fits

For you see, I just Recently Checked in


To Discover what my current condition was in


“Gutter Balls”

For You See,

I Was Never Worth A Shit At Understanding The Lame Game

And Even If I Did,

I’M Shit At Bowling.

I Think I Do Not Quite Understand the Physics


The Game



I always meet the most fascinating, interesting folks in Re-Hab

P.S. This Time I Met ‘Medusa

And King Kong

And A Real Cowboy

And A Native-American Meth Head

with three, count ’em, Three ‘Baby Mamas

And BTW, when did ‘Baby-Mama’ become a ‘thing?’

I am so far behind the times…

Anyway, I loved them ALL

And I Shall Expand Upon

This ‘Cast-Of-Caricatures’,


That is Bullshit Writing From Me!

They Are ALL Real/Decent/Wonderful/Intelligent People

NEVER Caricatures!

And I Shall Carry Them All Around in M hip Pocket

Until The Day I Die


Even If It Hare-Lips The Pope


To Any Left Out There in Glen Oaks ‘Radio-Land’ Who May Still Give-A-Shit:

I Found My ‘Mouse-House’ Just as I Had Left It:

A Crime Aghast Nature!

(But At Least it was Still My House)

“And A Very-Very Fine Mouse House”

And if You Evah Think I Take LIFE Too Seriously,

Ponder This One Y’all:

Gonna Re-Drink this–Screw U Alcohol! You’re A Cruel Mistress. You Give And You Take—Mostly You Just Take: My Car, My Smokes, My life, All Four Of My Wives. My Mind… My Mind, Never Mind… I Rarely Use It Anyhow. Good Luck With It. Have A Blast!

But, G’Damn, She is One Sexy Bitch! I Go Willingly. And I Am In-Love With Elizabeth Shue. Who Coulda Knew? Me! That’s Who!

Most diseases have some chance for a cure.

There is NO Cure for Alcoholism.



It is just something one has to come to terms with.

Trust me Kids:

I have been battling with her ever since I was thirteen years old.

But I’m still standing!

And fighting the good fight!

Still Standin’!

The Piano Computer Has Been Drinking

Cred: MasterBiblicalMemory


If I try to cast her out…

Well, this outcome is



It takes a long time to drink yourself to death.

The DT’s can kill you in a week, or even less.

Depending on the weather

“I came here to drink myself to death”

Self-Portrait: I Re-Post, Re-Twerk, Re-Write-For Spite Becuz I Am A Narc-A-Siss-Tick Ass-Hole & I ‘Craven’ Attention Spans, Specifically, Yours!

‘Suicide is Painless’ I Do Hope,

But Threatening ‘Suicide’ Is Just A Shot At The Darkness–A “Cry For Help” As-It-Were…

You Have

‘Wasted Yer Finite Time Here!’


Raul Esparza

“There Is A Sucker Born Every Minute”


You Run Tell ’em Freddy!

Uh, Y’all…

This is Forever



I Just Like The Fukkin’ Song / Video–

That’s All!

That is REALLY All This Post is About:

Just A Big Kid Havin’ Fun

Crocodile Dundee –

“That’s Not a Knife”





STOP Sendin’

Those Crisis Intervention

Azz-Holes Over To Mi Casa!


Thank You


MADtv – Intervention:

“Is this about my drinking?”


Life IS FUN!

Enjoy It While It Lasts!

Have A Blast!

Laugh Out Loud!



It Brings On Many


I May Need Help

I Reeeely Do NOT Wanna Die

Not Today



I have a Gun

(As ALL Good Sailors Do)

And yes!

I AM Suicide!


Don’t EVEN Ask Me Why

Just for Fun

I Guess




“The Game of Life is Hard to Play….”

I Think

I’ll Lose it Anyway:



HOSPITALS. “Plural” Thirteen Days Back-To-Back. Up-Date: Oops, I Did It Again. Recently Back In Hospital: Same Song, Different Verse



This is Just the ‘Trailer’

Full Movie Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You.

Soon, Very Soon

Keeping as a souvenir: (I’ll Never wash that wrist Again!)


What Does DT Man Look Like, You May Wonder

Here is a Clue:

Cred: ‘Scared Sober with Delirium Dirk – Real Delirium Tremens and Alcohol Withdrawal


Street Cred:  ‘Christy Moore’


Stairway to the Bottom

Street Cred: Kris



Kinda Made Me Wanna Stick Around For Another Month


Don’t Even Ask…


Footnote to This Story:

Today I sent these Flowers (and two boxes of Chocolate)

And these Heart-Felt words :

“Thank You All For Taking Such Loving Good Care Of Me.

I Shall Never Forget Your Kindness And Your Graciousness.

My Very Best Wishes,


Chapter Two Here

“Silver Linings Play Book” Caution: Man Working Work-in-Progress–I Recently Re-Watched…

Got’s Me Lots Of Opinions On This One. All Respectful

And Good Of Course.

So Don’t Get Worried

Nor Winded from screaming

At Me

First Running Encounter

“Love At First Argument”

Jen’s Show me Your ‘War-Face’ Face:

Silver Linings Playbook – Diner Scene FULL


Full Metal Jacket

Sgt Hartman:

“Show me your ‘War Face”

Love is often a battlefield

Credit: Pat Benatar


“The Dance”


Try to figure out why.

Ask yourself why

Helpful Hint:

It is All About Insanity

And Being Broken,

Yet Finding True Love Anyway

Hits way too close to my Home/life-Experiences With Good Women.

Crazy Women.

They Draw Me As A Moth To A Flame