Coach update

[Coach]

Hey team,

Sorry I disappeared suddenly. I think some of you know my story, but if not here's a brief recap. I'm an alcoholic. I was sober for 10+ years but about two years ago I picked up again and went on an epic two-year run that finally ended last month.

My GF dumped me last month and I hit rock bottom. I suspect that she is an alcoholic, too, and we were enabling each other. Ask Strat...she and I were a mess in Minnesota for his band's performance and for Pearl Jam.

I did a seven day in-patient detox in early October and I've taken several weeks off from work to do an outpatient program. I feel (and look) a lot better and tomorrow will be four weeks sober.

I will get back to the weight loss, poop, and pee threads. I'm also very much looking forward to this new PJ tour and album.

-Coach

[tommy]

Glad to hear it, Coach. I was just wondering where you got to.

Congrats on getting sober again. That can't have been easy.

[Coach]

Glad to hear it, Coach. I was just wondering where you got to.

Congrats on getting sober again. That can't have been easy.

Thanks man. I hope your poops have been mostly regular.

[Peeps]

congrats on being self aware enough to know you needed help


heres to continuing your progress sir

[The Argonaut]

Rootin' for you, coach. Glad you're back (in the the saddle/on the board)

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Anders]

You've got our support Coach. You're a highly appreciated part of RM.

[tree_]

Sorry to hear about all your troubles, Coach. You have my support. Hang in there.

[Strat]

Thanks for sharing, Coach. Good luck on this journey! You're a good man

[spike]

You've got our support Coach. You're a highly appreciated part of RM.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Good luck Coach. You'll get through this. Remember, getting healthy means better pooping as well!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

its ok i love you still

[Higgs]

Hey Coach. This random from literally all the way the other side of the world is damn glad to hear you're going OK. Keep at it and may your poops flow firm and freely.

[Coach]

Thanks guys. I really appreciate all the support.

[dad]

great work, coach. glad to hear you’re doing well.

missed your updates in the pee and poop threads.

[wease]

Glad to hear things are on an uptick for you Coach. You’ve got this.

[doug rr]

coach

[dpupenya]

Good on ya

[Jorge]

I had wondered where you'd disappeared to. Best wishes