Well there’s good news folks!
Yeah yeah. I got a roof over my head. I house sit now in fact. Sweet digs believe me. Yeppers — the xtreme couch surfer comes in for a landing. Smooth. Way. But whatever. Oh, right, I got a job too. Suffice to say that I am none too thrilled with that arrangement — but some would call it a Success. I call it a Temporary Affliction. I must say however that I do enjoy the Disposable Income angle of my new situation immensely.
I am as well as I’ve been at any time in my life. Better even. I can not describe the enormity of goodness I have witnessed of late. Something special has touched me. Socks? Shit daddy be sportin’ a fresh-bought spanking set of brand new mofokin shoes.
Good shit my friends.
But whatever. Yada ya.
The big news here is:
I think I might be an alcoholic again.
WHEW!
Just like I always hoped one day I would be.
Whoa nelly.
Sweet Jesus somebody pinch me!! Or better yet shoot me in the face. Maybe I ate the Brown Acid? I mean I must be freaking DREAMING!
Seriously this is one positively bona fide fuck of a major development.
Praise be.
But am I really? An actual drunkard I mean. Well let me see. It is Saturday morning — 12:53 PM to be precise. I finally quit bitching, a bit more than an hour back, about how there was no beer or scotch to drink — and poured myself a tumbler full of Grey Goose vodka ice cold. Ah. Well. Hally friggin lu-ya. Swoosh! Like a good morning Bloody Mary — minus the Tabasco, horseradish, Worcestershire sauce & V-8. Extraneous bullshit, that. Who needs it? Not me! Now my only Trouble on Earth is that the Goose flew the coop so to speak. I mean the vodka is all gone. Now What?? Guess I’ll have to drop some of my disposable income on a 6-er of Stella Artois. Only trouble is that my week’s pay has been well disposed of already. Yeah but who gives a fuck? Not me. I just borrowed $20 bucks to cover the Deal. Why not? My credit is good here.
Who WOO whoo. Go on take the money & run.
Can you feel the enormity?
Boy. That trip to the beer store was awesome dudes. I could have bought a bag of heroin while I was out — it’s like that here on the streets of our nation’s Capitol. I could have — but I did not. Not like I’m going Soft on ya’ll don’t get me wrong. I do what I wanna. And the fact just now was that I did not want a bag of heroin — or nothing of the sort. I wanted a cold six pack of beer.
Inadvertently I came home with a 12-pack. Now I ask: does that qualify me for alcoholism officially? I mean for real. Well I sure as fuck hope so! If for no reason other than to validate all I have strove so long for.
Never end a sentence in a preposition. Never jump off a moving train. These are just a few of the rules I have learned & broke skillfully in my time.
>>HST
Here’s the deal: ‘Long about 10 years ago I popped my first hit of Speed. Well Hot Damn I said. I could hang around & drink beer for the next 3 days straight! The pill had a chemically sweet after taste that curled clear to the pit of my gut. Like a taste I’d wasted the previous 29 years of my life waiting around to feel…
I mean I was relentlessly all about ‘dat shit motherfuckers!
And that is a verifiable Fact.
…Fast Forward 9 years.
Somewhere along the sleepless line I forgot Why I ever took that shit to begin with. I mean I quite literally forgot. Forgot, as in one day I found myself at the Bar with a large glass of tequila-based Beverage in my hand. A warm glass of tequila-based Beverage — that’s what was Wrong With That Picture.
“Warm.” I complained. “Ice please?”
“Fuck ice.” The bartender replied. He dumped out my warm drink in the sink. Whipped me up another juicy tequila-based beverage fresh & frosty cold. And, as per the established Norm, at no cost to me.
“Try not to forget to drink this one Mike E.”
My bartender admonished me.
Always listen to your favorite bartender. He knows what is best for you.
Try to not forget to drink.
Try? Shit. Wise green dude once say: Try Not!
Do.
I digress. The point here is that what happened was that — way back when — I dug the shit out of amphetamines because they could keep me awake & slugging down beers for the next 3 days straight. Which was solidly a day & a half longer than I’d been delightedly able to hang around & slug down beers previously. It was never specifically about the speed per se. Back then it was all about the booze baby.
Back in the good old days it was all about booze. A few bits of What Not on the side surely — but by this time any Saturday — back when it was real good — it really was all about booze.
But I forgot about all that somewhere along the line. A half-decade into my aforementioned amphetamine frenzy my cocktail got warm in my hand — I spaced the fuck out & quite literally forgot to drink it.
A heinous mistake.
Well my friends! I have now happily rectified that situation.
Got one? Clink beer bottle.
Cheers.
Drink to that.
Do.
Hey what can I say but “Welcome Back!” Though I try not to condone Alcoholism, going to meetings for me are only to validate the fact that at the time I still am doing a lot better then most of the attenders and I keep on cocktailing for a little while longer. Though I try not to condone tee-totaling either, a good break from the booze has done me wonders, especially after a few nights of speedy substances when the beer was the only thing to stop the heart palpatations and keep me from shaking the fine china off the mantle.
If you are concerned about drinking on a saturday morn/afternoon, fuck it dude. You’ve been working productively all week and you deserve to indulge, for the working class, its all about being a weekend warrior. It comes with territory and you bought it with your hard earned money and didn’t have to scrap change out your nasty side door console or knock one off!! So you enjoy, you deserve the Champagne of Beers with no guilt but with the pure pleasure of catching an early buzz and a long disco nap!!
Mikey, I am also happy to hear ur doing well, Jason and I hung and he informed of your new current lifestyle and the numerous people who have the resources and kindness to help in many ways. Just don’t try hopping any trains to Fitchburg and then realize half way there that left the goods at my mom’s house and most of your mgz had to be dug out of the cushions that afternoon, twice. Wish I had been in a better spot then to help you, but I think we were in the same spot with several others competing for fuck-tard of the year and wishing the Grateful Dead would show up at our yard sales!!
Love you long time!!
yo mike E
glad to see you here.
Anyways, those two last boxes of books?
don’t unpack em. I want em. I want you to ship them.
where are they?
smooches,
dewek
Hello my friend,
As one of your bartenders,
I only ask that you save one for me.
As a semi-homeless person,
{my car being dead yet once again}
And her highness,
in her almighty cunning ways,
{giving me a place to stay,
whilst, waiting for
the most perfect day,
to kick me to the curb,}
{It`s supposed to rain like hell for the next week}
That would be yesterday actually.
I guess new houses does that to people.
There I was,
In a nice cellar,
trying my damnest to,
be the good man,
respect what has been given me.
I thought {wrongly of course}
that I had succeeded.
Wrong again Pearson
Just when I thought it was safe,
to wade in the shallows.
During my stay with her,
she always took such fine care of Pyxis,
{even as Pyx proceeded to bleed all over her new house.}
and for that,
there is no higher honor,
that I could bestow,
and I thank you.
Then there`s me,
not much to say there.
Doesn`t work with intimacy,
doesn`t work without it.
As your bartender,
I say,
drink to excess!
You have nothing to lose,
save your dim memories,
of a time long past.
A fast time,
a speedy time.
Suffice to say my friend,
That, the thrill of victory,
and the agony of defeat,
are not that far removed,
from each other after all.
KCP
Vroom…duderoonie! I iz filled with envy…ahhh,DC-my old days there are still a for real memorey-Georgtown and the DuPont Circle-why right up across the little bridge there on Connectickcuck Avenue there once was a big building with a sign-said SANDOZ…now dig that,it’s where they put little drops of acid on the paper blotters,way back when…why-that city is full of history!
Glad you got socks too,my man!
Toodles to you’s….glad you are doing the upright and not down beat-bro!
wink
The nickname is outdated, but others will recognize it and the pits of their stomach will have that feeling of disgust. Just the reaction I want… the things that make life worth living, enjoying the hatred of others as much as they revel in their victimhood. I enjoy to see that some who posted comments here are still miserable, infantile and narcissistic but not as much as I enjoy seeing you being successful and happy, Mike E.
The world dealt you a shit deck for awhile and now that it is over you can go from surviving to living and I am happy for you dude.
I think you rock and I like to see some hope in you.
As far as alcohol is concerned…
Better living through chemistry dude!!!
I can personally vouch for all that crap Mike e said! I saw the whole thing like Grover did – NEAR & FAR. Mike e I love you, no matter what, but don’t forget what a sloppy drunk you were. Although at the moment I’, kinda feelin’ ya. Walk Tall my man.
May drink be the only thing you forget that you possess.
Bottoms mutherfucking up.
13 years come and gone my oh my.
Cheers from the left coast.
XO!
*burp*
Can’t hate on a drink bubba!!!
just sitting down to a cold one myself.
cheers mike E
good luck with doctor Mark.
d
Wow… thanks. Now I’m craving Acid. :-\ lol
Hope you’re still doing well… popped by your MySpace but you weren’t theahhh… xoxo
AJ
How are you???? I have been checking back for Mike E. updates and been worried… I am stuck in the wonderful world of college and Focalin and a job but I still think about you in an obsessive fashion, Mike E… it was the mgz that made me a freak man, they felt great to me but I did nothing… Keep in touch dude!!!!