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...alcoholism; how do I handle this? First, let me say that I am not an alcoholic; as I've said before, I can take it or leave it, and I have simply chosen to take it for a score of years. It is no big deal; men drink, that's how God designed us. My wife, however, apparently decided, after I was arrested for getting into a fight in public with two alpacas, that I have a *problem*, so she arranged this intervention by the good people from our church.
It miffs me, because I haven't gone to church for nearly two years; they got all bent out of shape when I donated my old Playboys to the church rummage sale, and I decided they were too uptight for me. That didn't stop them from coming in the other night, telling tear-drenched stories of how my kids cried during Sunday School, asking for prayers so that Jesus would save their "drunk daddy."
I resent them using my kids against me; just see if those brats get a trip to Knott's Scary Farm this Halloween season!
Besides, I do tattoos for a living, and I have to keep up my cred in order to get the business. What am I supposed to drink, whole milk? Yeah, the guys down at the parlor will totally understand that. I think the church has it in for me ever since I did that tat of Jesus on the pastor's arm and added that teardrop to the side of our Savior's eye. I was making a statement about Jesus doing time for us, so we didn't have to, but the church didn't seem to get it.
Oh well, I'm stuck with a family and a bunch of church people praying for poor old drunk me. How the heck am I supposed to deal with this? Man, my hands are shaking so much, I need a beer just to steady my nerves.
It miffs me, because I haven't gone to church for nearly two years; they got all bent out of shape when I donated my old Playboys to the church rummage sale, and I decided they were too uptight for me. That didn't stop them from coming in the other night, telling tear-drenched stories of how my kids cried during Sunday School, asking for prayers so that Jesus would save their "drunk daddy."
I resent them using my kids against me; just see if those brats get a trip to Knott's Scary Farm this Halloween season!
Besides, I do tattoos for a living, and I have to keep up my cred in order to get the business. What am I supposed to drink, whole milk? Yeah, the guys down at the parlor will totally understand that. I think the church has it in for me ever since I did that tat of Jesus on the pastor's arm and added that teardrop to the side of our Savior's eye. I was making a statement about Jesus doing time for us, so we didn't have to, but the church didn't seem to get it.
Oh well, I'm stuck with a family and a bunch of church people praying for poor old drunk me. How the heck am I supposed to deal with this? Man, my hands are shaking so much, I need a beer just to steady my nerves.