I’m Running Towards Nuthin’
They’re gonna love me when I go for my appt. for my Addition Treatment. On Tuesday.
“When was your last drink?”
So far, today. I’m sitting here with some of it left. I’ll probably have another. I’m such an asshole. I was doing so well.
Would my last one be the day before the appt.? That might knock their socks off.
It might get me sent straight into a 10-day Detox Program before any Outpatient Program that then, leads to the three week Inpatient Program.
I care and I don’t care. Oh, the smoking too. Excuse me while I go out for one. I really wish the days when you could still smoke in restos and bars.
I know I can still get enough of my shit together for a trip on accessible transit to take me to a Graphic Novel and Comic Shop. I forgot I have a bundle of shit to pick up. On hold. I’ll buy more stuff there too.
I need to make a separete Category for GNs. Wow! Neuronal Activity! Except it’s spelled wrong. Not so much Neuronal Activity.
I think I’ve said all I need. You get the picture.
But one final question. Why the fuck do guys always pull at their crotches so much? I keep looking and I never see that they have a hard on.
Unless their dicks are seriously small.