I went to Healing ourselves a group at It takes a Vilage and realized I can get through this day without drinking. Am I agitated? Not really. I believe pickles are the key to my recovery. I can eat one pickle all day, and the thought of beer, wine or other.... After group I went to see the homeboy about a job braiding hair. I have not done hair in years, like more than 5. School is ENOUGH for me. So as Im seriousely contemplating, Mister comes and yelling at me like what you doing up here, I dont do Colfax and Moline,.... I left his ass on Moline. So back home studying and eating this same pickle with lime salt. My point is life happens. I prefer to be in life sober than to be in jail drunk. So I call my Mommie in Wichita and she with her brothers and sisters having a good time! Mommie like to go and Im just stuck? The Weasel, home alone need 50 cent, his Birthday was February 16th, so I say come on Brother I will fill in for your Mother. Still eating my pickle. Ms.Imogene called for me to get some kneck bones and beans, pickle down, facebook down.....
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 00:11:52 +0000
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