Re: Coach update
Posted: Wed November 15, 2023 9:01 pm
Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)Strat wrote:Thanks for sharing, Coach. Good luck on this journey! You're a good man
Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)Strat wrote:Thanks for sharing, Coach. Good luck on this journey! You're a good man
We were a mess.Jorge wrote:Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)Strat wrote:Thanks for sharing, Coach. Good luck on this journey! You're a good man
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.Coach wrote:We were a mess.Jorge wrote:Were they really a mess? (Coach said to ask you)Strat wrote:Thanks for sharing, Coach. Good luck on this journey! You're a good man
Thanks to everyone for the well wishes. It really means a lot to me.
Carl Sandburg wrote: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.
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.tragabigzanda wrote: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!”
DicksJorge wrote:2 handles? Sorry if this is a stupid question but what does handles refer to in this context
Yeah it takes awhile to wear them downJorge wrote:Two whole dicks a week?!
Yup, face has already slimmed out and I am down eight pounds in four weeks.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Now you’ll get that weight down congrats bro
Let’s eat raisins out of each other’s navelsCoach wrote:Yup, face has already slimmed out and I am down eight pounds in four weeks.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Now you’ll get that weight down congrats bro
tell us about it.lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Yeah it takes awhile to wear them downJorge wrote:Two whole dicks a week?!
Carl Sandburg wrote: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.