Alcoholics Anonymous, being a Christian organization, offers a decidedly Christian path towards emancipation from slavery to alcohol. Though there are steps anyone can take in good conscience, most require submission to the Christian god. As the AA Australia website assures readers, you don’t…
I agree they should promote a Godless recovery to us atheists, but I have gotten over the whole AA is a cult thing. If it keeps me sober, here here
You are free before the sun of the day, and free before the stars of the night; And you are free when there is no sun and no moon and no star. You are even free when you close your eyes upon all there is. But you are a slave to him whom you love because you love him, And a slave to him who loves you because he loves you.
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”—Ray Bradbury (via makelovetothemoon)
2003: Topical Storm hits Hampton Roads area. Seems to only be focused on tapping shoulders outside of local ABC stores and leaving trails of empy packs of Monarchs behind. May need to take umbrella and extra lighter but otherwise no serious threats ahead.
2004: Storm picks up speed. The atmosphere reeks of Carlos Rossi and vodka, even though storm seems to be losing weight at a disquieting rate.
2005: Topical storm turns into full blown Slurricane. Most victims caught in her wrath are unfortunately left to cater to her whimsy, which usually includes chewing her prophetic spew and giving multitudes of shots and cigarettes. Despite her warnings, the Apocalypse still has not arrived. Where is her lighter?
2006: Topical Storm has destroyed most of Hampton Roads and leaving debris filled with broken bottles and police charges behind. No shame stone is left unturned. Maybe not wise to appease the storm with bottles of rum. Take umbrella. Proceed with caution.
2007: There appears to be a lull in Sarah’s destruction. Is it raining coffee or vodka?
2008: Slurricane Sarah picks up speed again but seems more controlled. She is only focusing her destruction on key areas, typically targeting one assailant in particular. This appeases the masses, all except this one man. She mostly smells of wine and vegan cheesecake these days.
2009: Momentum is picking up and all control seems to be lost. Slurricane Sarah is making her way to Detroit and is not turning back, she is singlehandedly destroying every other relationship in her path. Relentless, she knows no remorse. The horror. Do not engage. Do not enable.
2010: This is the new way of the world. We must deal with this harrowing hurricane. She is out of control. She seems fueled by cans of PBR and inane chitchat. Whoever supplied the Four Loko will have serious explaining to do to the authorities. Armed forces are stepping in to intervene. Can they stop her?
2011: Authorities intervene. There seems to be a change in Slurricane’s course. Taking a fancy to a bearded youngin, she is dissipating. Hard to say if change is mostly due to penal codes or penis. Is this a new weather trend? Highs tomorrow: Sunny, 78. In other news, unnamed Bore-NAY-do disturbs no one in Colorado.
“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”—Bukowski (via suledead)