Coach update

[Jorge]

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

Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)

[Coach]

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

Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)

We were a mess.

Thanks to everyone for the well wishes. It really means a lot to me.

[spike]

Coach made a speech at the reception.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Now you’ll get that weight down congrats bro

[daft twat]

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

Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)

We were a mess.

Thanks to everyone for the well wishes. It really means a lot to me.

Hmmm. I was there. I don’t know what you look like, but I didn’t see anyone notably fucked up. I did leave the moment Strat’s band stopped playing, though.

I had zero drinks at the Amsterdam that night. But my friend and I left and spent time on my patio where he got high and I had several drinks.

I drink every night. I’m an alcoholic, too. Just a different style. I go through 2 handles a week. I wake up just before 5 every morning, walk the dog, exercise, and go to work. I come home, lift weights, eat dinner, take my kids to sports, and then I have a few drinks while I watch tv and do crossword puzzles. I get through 2 handles weekly because I day drink through football on Sunday. I don’t get fucked up or drink so much that I have hangovers in the morning. I get to a point where sleep comes easy and I can write shit like this on the internet at 10 pm. I hope I don’t die because of it, but I also don’t want to live sober forever. I’m enjoying my life like this. I hope you can find a balance, Coach.

[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.

[daft twat]

lol Jesus Christ.

“I’m an alcoholic who’s just relapsed and now going through a battery of recovery therapy.”

“Get back to sustained regular drinking asap!”

That wasn’t my intent. It was more like, you’re not alone. My experience has been that every time someone I know admits an addiction, everyone else, who is also struggling to a varying degree with an addiction of some kind themselves, says shit like, ‘Big of you to admit,” or “You can do this,” or what the fuck ever, and then they have their nightly toddy or joint or bowl of ice cream or wank to cuck porn. I hope Coach is well.

[Jorge]

2 handles? Sorry if this is a stupid question but what does handles refer to in this context

[lennytheweedwhacker]

2 handles? Sorry if this is a stupid question but what does handles refer to in this context

Dicks

[Jorge]

Two whole dicks a week?!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Two whole dicks a week?!

Yeah it takes awhile to wear them down

[Anders]

«A handle of liquor is a 1.75 L bottle of liquor. That means it too has 39 1.5-ounce shots in it. Doesn't matter if it's a handle of vodka, a handle of rum, or a handle of whiskey. A handle of alcohol is a different name for a 1.75 L alcohol bottle.»

[Coach]

I appreciate everyone's support.

The only solution for me is zero drinks. I drink again and I might not come back.

I quit for a looonnng ass time before and can do it again. I wish I had never picked up again. Bad move, but moving forward.

[Coach]

Now you’ll get that weight down congrats bro

Yup, face has already slimmed out and I am down eight pounds in four weeks.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Now you’ll get that weight down congrats bro

Yup, face has already slimmed out and I am down eight pounds in four weeks.

Let’s eat raisins out of each other’s navels

[dad]

Two whole dicks a week?!

Yeah it takes awhile to wear them down

tell us about it.

[washing machine]

Thinking of you, coach. I'm happy to read your posts again.

[tree_]

This kind of thread usually does inspire people to discuss their personal relationships with alcohol, and there is nothing necessarily wrong with that. Everyone is different, and you know you best. I know as well as most how tricky addiction is, and I'm super proud of you for doing the right thing, Coach. We want you around. Also, I hope you can cut down, daft twat; that's a lot of booze.

[Bammer]

Jesus daft that is a lot of booze

[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.