My name is Anne I'm an alcoholic,
Been a while since I've cruised past this hang-out. Welcome niteporter, hope ya'll's still poppin' by here ever'now&then. Man, let me tell ya...I didn't need no tickets to Daytona or the Indi 500, they was all doin' laps thru every vein, artery, corpusle, muscle with no pit-stops. My HP drug my rubber legs into that AA room, I sat hunched on the table just to keep it
from shakin' so much...someone pours me half-a styrofoam cup-o-java, & it took me both hands to lift it to my lips. My-my, & what a sight I was, too--couple months later, one-a the guys said that I was a yellowish-greenish-greyish-ick
color. I remember my skin crawlin', & that band-a gypsies in my head was louder than any ACDC I'd ever played. Can we say insanity?? U-huh. My head didn't start clearin' much for about a month. I drank Jack Daniels, I drank whatever had the most alcohol in it for the cheapest price (more bang
for my buck). Geesh...I am grateful my HP grabbed the back of my head & said 'smarten up'. Gotta remember that 'drunk ugly' place...so I can remember I don't wanna go back to that.
Easy does it,