
From : George
"My wannabe friend Gene comes over tonight without calling first of course and shows me his cast on his arm after breaking his elbow, he's drunk as usual and starts foaming at the mouth about how much his elbow hurts, i looked at him and smiled and told him i have broken every bone in my body except for my neck and you never hear me complain, what's up with that..
He tells me how his life is falling apart because his family hates him and nobody else likes him because he's a drunk, he's gotten busted for weed like 5 times and still don't have the sense to spend the money on a green card, he'd rather pay fines and spend time in jail.
He don't have a pot to piss in and can't figure out why, you can tell him why but it goes in one ear and out of the other, alcohol has carved a tunnel through his brain right between his ears, he gets treated for ptsd and depression but isn't getting any better, blames everything and everybody but not the alcohol.
I used to drink and do all the usual drunken stuff then one day i sitting at my favorite bar and began to watch people transform into somebody else that was usually worse than what they were before.
One night at the bar this redneck came in and started pushing people around and got eyes for the girl i was there with, people told him to chill but he kept on pushing and asked me to come outside, the whole bar followed us outside and when it was over he was pretty messed up, he lost his job because both his eyes were swollen shut for 2 weeks, felt bad and looked down at my hands and said never again will i fight.
This is why I can't stand alcohol, because of what it does to people, because of what it did to me and caused me to do to others, alcohol is involved in almost every case of domestic violence, abuse, DUI and i just despise it and the liquor stores that sell it..
Rant Over."
When I read this I could remember being that REDNECK that George spoke of, I had to really think back and wonder how many times I had played out the very same or similar scenarios. I must admit I would be ashamed to say how many I could remember and even more so ashamed at the ones I can not. Thanks again George for helping me remember..........and to forget.
I do hope sharing this will somehow help or comfort someone else as much as it has for myself, given time for reflection maybe I "AM" where I am supposed to be.
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