I Don't Drink ...
...and my friends are pretty glad that I don't. I don't do I do pot, or any other shape or form of recreational drugs. Additionally, I've never been drunk or under the influence of anything other than, perhaps, a lack of sleep. I'm fairly disinhibited as a rule and to think of my becoming more disinhibited chemically is a scary thought to my friends and to me. (Woman seen running naked throug Bible study group. Film at 11:00)
Beware the Prescription Pad...
A few weeks ago, I was hospitalized for kidney stones and given "oxy" for pain. Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious. I wasn't happy or loopy or serene or sleepy. I was mean. Just plain ol' mean. Tis a pity that no one took my phone away from me, cause I managed to offend a whole group of my friends via e-mail. Mean. Mean. Mean.
After it wore off and I looked back at what I'd done, I was horrified. I apologized, and apologized and I'm still apologizing. I ask for G-d's forgiveness several times. I know that he's quick to forgive - I think I was really trying to forgive myself.
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?...
I do believe that there is a bright side to this whole affair. My mom was a big believer in "looking on the bright side." (Her cousin, A. P. Carter, wrote Keep on the Sunny Side. Maybe it's genetic.)
My father was a physically, emotionally and sexually abusive alcoholic. He was sweet, kind and funny until he was drunk - then he was the exact opposite.
I've always thought that the "drunken" side of him was his real self and the sober was just a cover up. Now I'm pretty sure that it is just the opposite. It's a nice thought. I think I'll believe it.
