Friday, July 31, 2015
"My New Hobby"
Everybody should have some sort of hobby. I mean that is if you ain't living in a cardboard box, and eating tree bark like I used to do. For a while now my hobbies have been doll collecting, and big greasy lunch times. Though I'm thinking of being an alcoholic.
An ancient, and honorable way to destroy not only your life, but those of pretty much everyone around you.
Yep I'll be throwing empty beer bottles against the wall like any real boozer would. 'Not eat not shave not shower not take out the growing mountain of trash for weeks or months.
As by tradition spend all the pittance of my retirement dough on booze uppers downers, and ammo for my snub-nose-38. Which I'll be saving for anyone that gets between me my whiskey crack, and cheddar Pringles. Yep ' this' "hobby" should take up all my time.
At last a purpose in life again!
Speaking of "Hobbies". I remember my Mom taking me to the toy store, and getting this for me for my 9th traumatic birthday. (This actual very kit!) For some reason I always remembered that trip, and this kit. She helped me build it too.
I recall she said as to how she helped my Uncle Owen her big brother build his model kits. They we all made of balsa wood back in that day. I loved my Mom. She protected me from the bullies, and assorted evil cousins as best she could.
Anyway this just came to mind as I was contemplating a new life of booze, and deflated kidneys. Naw on second thought fuck Booze. The "exit wound" seriously sucks.