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Getting clean after a long struggle, then hooking up with an unrepentant drunk at a meeting and waking up a month later in Vegas naked and $1.25 in your checking account.
The Sharon Stone special. No one plays a fuck up better than Sharon Stone. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]
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Following this post, I have no idea what you're talking about besides taking a crack at Tom Cruise.
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Always get a black dog. You would be surprised how many people are triggered at some primal level to be a bit wary of black furred dogs. Even a black and brown like a Rottie or Doberman puts people out. But a jet black dog with yellow eyes keeps things on edge. "Black Dog" is what Churchill called his bouts with depression. "The black dog is here today," I guess is what he would say. Dependents? You got dependents? That makes life complicated. I used to have dependents. Certain considerations were always taken into account. But, I used to live in North Oakland. Back before the boom of recent decades. Me and my gf were the only white kids running around buying milk and eggs at the 7-11. I think a lot of it is having the foresight to always make yourself easy to deal with. It's like being an adaptable musician. Most people like anyone who can get on their beat. At least as a white boy that was my lucky experience lol. Who the fuck knows, eh? But, I also was raised in the NY area, the great non-world of Long Island, south shore baby, solid Nassau. When you live in these places you either can roll with stuff, or you get beat up too much and no one likes you.
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I always do grant that gender mix is optional. I had said, "When you live in these places you either can roll with stuff, or you get beat up too much and no one likes you." That's a bit unfair. Being in fights was a thing for many. But at least during that era, those guys didn't have steady girlfriends.
When you are in your mid teens, you want that older friend with the steady girlfriend. Because the only reason he has a steady girlfriend is because he's got a car. And where there is a car, there are extra seats. Weekends? Solved. But that did mean I kind of hung out with the guys that only did fights like a couple times a year. The real toughs, well, they found a way, because they always showed up, but it seemed just looking at cost/benefit, not my cup of tea. I take Fight Club as an exceptional metaphor, not as some literal good idea. I'd get beat up because I talked funny. Neutral accent if needed, or slip into Long Islandese. Also, fucking memory and vocabulary. This one asshole, Freddy the fat fuck, would get stoned and drunk and ask me to repeat back sentences to him, but using "intelligent" words. That was funny for him. Then he'd put me in a headlock. I was a kid, he was already graduated. Harmless. Obviously a damaged soul. Freddie Felch. His fucking last name was Felch. Frederick Felch. I mean Jesus Christ man, that's Jacob's Ladder childhood. I don't even think felching was a thing yet, but that just suggest to me, I suspect he started it.
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Then of course, you got the Black Dog with the greatest band ever.
That's a good way to fuck up your life in a good way. Resolve to learn how to play Bonham's part in that little number. Bon voyagee!
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