Hi again. I’m
back for sloppy seconds to see if I can do this thing daily. That would be
impossible, because the library isn’t open every day, but you know what I mean.
Am I up for it? Well, let’s try shall we? Who am I kidding? I’m no Christopher
Fowler. Now he was a good daily blogger. I haven’t read any of his books but I
did catch one of his short stories in an anthology somewhere entitled The Green
Man. All I can remember from it is a green apelike man emerging from some undergrowth
in the jungle somewhere. It’s strange, isn’t it, the remaining images and
visuals we take from stories. A lot of mine don’t make all that much sense. I get
them from somewhere though. You should have saw my dreams (astral) last night
blud. Wowsers. It was off the hook. Visuals from stories, movies and dreams can
all intermingle in my observations. With a dash of acute mental agility one can
make some pretty nice images in the mind to look at using these as inspiration.
I could
write something every day, if I was pushed to it, here at the blogspot. My word
count goal on a blog post is 500 words. If I feel like treating White Voider to
a long one, usually because I’ve been away for a while, I’ll shoot for 750. I’m
not really writing any interesting articles lately, my posts seem to be
recovery based. How am I doing? Nobody tells me anything around here anymore. I
think I’m being quite honest with myself and everybody else. There’s always
room for improvement however. My friend Fiona has charged me with the responsibility
of coming up with a festive poem, so that not-so insignificant task has wormed
its way onto my agenda. A Christmas poem, from old misery guts Scrooge here,
yeah sure, I’d like to see that. I told her I’d give it a go though and
generally you can hold me to my word, apart from that is complete bollocks. You
can never trust an addict, okay? Never. All the addict cares about is his next
fix.
Do you
believe that the addict is always an addict, or that, after so much clean time,
the addict is cured and free to live a drug free life? Can a leopard change its
spots, in effect? I am still on the fence regarding this. I simply don’t know
whether it can be done or not. I haven’t done it myself yet. Well, Andrew, you
recently did nine months straight without any substances. Oh yeah, thanks for reminding
me. I did. Half of it was default because I was banged up in hospital but it
still counts as clean. You’re either clean or you’re not. For me, at the moment
(atm), I’m 15 Days halfway clean. I’d say that all drugs are out of the bodily
system by a month, wouldn’t you? That’s how I define clean. For others it’s
much longer, and to be an elder within the fellowships you have to be two years
clean minimum. The fellowships are Alcoholics Anonymous (AA), and Narcotics
Anonymous (NA). I occasionally attend both. Danny Torrence from The Shining in
Doctor Sleep used to attend AA (a quick note to Stephen King there). His latest
book is called Holly and you know how I feel about movies and books being named
after female Christian names – they are usually off on a winner. Anyway, that’s
nearly 600 words, so I’ll end it here. This was just a practice to see if I
could do it on a daily basis, like Fowler did so brilliantly, and I’m not 100%
sure, but I think I may have passed.
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