hello friend.....

Fuckin outta control. not enough beers in the world. Not enough at all. Ignore the fear. Ignore the worry and apprehension. The juice is worth the squeeze. Always. Who the fuck wants to be 90? Shitting my pants in some VA hospital while some young kid pretends to care. I was that kid once. 19 years old and wiping the ass of some cranky old vet. God, how we come full circle. Just waiting to get off work so I could have a few beers and a pizza with my friends. Who knew that temporary pleasure would turn into a medicinal therapy into a necessary evil. Addiction? HA! hardly. Fucking part or life. Everyone is addicted to something. Wether it love, booze, smack, fucking, fast food, strippers, church, or the gym; we are all slaves to some master. At least I am friends with mine. Old friends. A true friend, the bottle doesn't leave me. Doesn't fight with me. Doesn't judge me. Is ALWAYS there when I need it. We should all be so lucky to have such good friends. I am content with my friend.