Entry Submitted by peteaxehandle at 3:37 PM EDT on September 22, 2019
I owe everyone on this site a very overdo apology. yes I said I would quit smoking if who ever was in charge of this RV would release it, almost 5 years ago. and to this date I have never quit. so now I am responsible for everything that has gone wrong since. so today I went out and bought some patches to help remedy this. I have some very problematic events coming up, so I have decided I can not start the patches till the 11th of October or it will not take. I quit drinking 18 years ago after 30 years of drinking on a daily bases, cold turkey, just woke up one morning and decided it was enough. quit smoking pot at the same time, just did not like it anymore. ah but cigarettes' that is a whole different addiction.
I never really made up my mind to quit. there were times that I would get mad about the price continually going up, and pretend to quit. it brings to mind one time after an exceptionally hard day pulling some heavy feeders underground for parallel transformers at a new strip mall, we had just finished building, I had run out of water and was very thirsty, and could not wait to get home and have a cold one. on the way home I lit up and it tasted like sh-t, cotton mouth, but it set me off and I crushed those cigs and threw them on the floor. I then realized I could not go home yet because my whole crew would be there to bum my beer. so I pulled into the first pub that I saw. the place was empty except for the bartender and an old man down at the other end of the bar. I downed the first in one gulp and ordered a second to sip. I could see the old man staring at me but I did my utmost to not look at him, I didn't feel like making conversation. the next time I looked in his direction he was about two stools closer, oh no. I turned my back to say not willing to talk, glanced back in a few and he was sitting beside me, sh-t. right away he says I know you, no I don't think so, yeah I do, agh no you don't, I've never seen you before, and this went on a few
minutes threw the Jim Beam on his breath. he asked me for a cigarette, I said I didn't have one. boy that put my mind right back on cigs and I couldn't stand it. so before you knew it I was buying a pack out of the machine [anybody remember cigarette machines]. he asked for one and I said help yourself, mistake. after a little small talk it turned weird. he had started calling me son. then he was drinking out of my glass, what the hell Oldman what do you think your doing. son i'm thirsty, you wouldn't deny me a drink would you son? well sh-t, bartender, fill this glass for him and give me a new one. he is now smoking my cigs one after another and drinking from my wallet. he's telling me some kind of cock-in-bull story of how he had lost his son in nam and how much I looked exactly like him and it was making him feel good to call someone son again. so I mulled it around and decided that there couldn't be no harm, after all I was a veteran and I was starting to feel bad about giving him a cold shoulder. I decided to make it up to him and buy him another beer. and then another and another, all the while he's telling me how good it was to have me back from Vietnam, and we were going to do some huntin and fishin now. i'm thinking its not doing any harm to let him think this, but i'm wondering what the bartender is thinking. after another beer its time to drain, I head to the head. on my return, I see that he is gone and ask the bartender if he left, yeah he ordered a bottle of Jim Beam and a pack of cigs, said put them on his son's tab. damn, damn, I ran out the door and he was still backing out of the slot, I was at the car door in a single leap, but it was locked and he was laughing still backing out. over the car I went the door was unlocked. threw it open and grabbed for the bottle, but he got it first, he changing gear to go forward all I could do to keep from getting dragged was grab his leg off the gas, he's yelling and swinging at me, all I got is his leg and I'm trying to pull him out of the car, he's yelling and swinging, trying to pull his leg back and I'm pulling and pulling and pulling, a lot like i'm pulling your leg right now.
with love peteaxehandle
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I owe everyone on this site a very overdo apology. yes I said I would quit smoking if who ever was in charge of this RV would release it, almost 5 years ago. and to this date I have never quit. so now I am responsible for everything that has gone wrong since. so today I went out and bought some patches to help remedy this. I have some very problematic events coming up, so I have decided I can not start the patches till the 11th of October or it will not take. I quit drinking 18 years ago after 30 years of drinking on a daily bases, cold turkey, just woke up one morning and decided it was enough. quit smoking pot at the same time, just did not like it anymore. ah but cigarettes' that is a whole different addiction.
I never really made up my mind to quit. there were times that I would get mad about the price continually going up, and pretend to quit. it brings to mind one time after an exceptionally hard day pulling some heavy feeders underground for parallel transformers at a new strip mall, we had just finished building, I had run out of water and was very thirsty, and could not wait to get home and have a cold one. on the way home I lit up and it tasted like sh-t, cotton mouth, but it set me off and I crushed those cigs and threw them on the floor. I then realized I could not go home yet because my whole crew would be there to bum my beer. so I pulled into the first pub that I saw. the place was empty except for the bartender and an old man down at the other end of the bar. I downed the first in one gulp and ordered a second to sip. I could see the old man staring at me but I did my utmost to not look at him, I didn't feel like making conversation. the next time I looked in his direction he was about two stools closer, oh no. I turned my back to say not willing to talk, glanced back in a few and he was sitting beside me, sh-t. right away he says I know you, no I don't think so, yeah I do, agh no you don't, I've never seen you before, and this went on a few
minutes threw the Jim Beam on his breath. he asked me for a cigarette, I said I didn't have one. boy that put my mind right back on cigs and I couldn't stand it. so before you knew it I was buying a pack out of the machine [anybody remember cigarette machines]. he asked for one and I said help yourself, mistake. after a little small talk it turned weird. he had started calling me son. then he was drinking out of my glass, what the hell Oldman what do you think your doing. son i'm thirsty, you wouldn't deny me a drink would you son? well sh-t, bartender, fill this glass for him and give me a new one. he is now smoking my cigs one after another and drinking from my wallet. he's telling me some kind of cock-in-bull story of how he had lost his son in nam and how much I looked exactly like him and it was making him feel good to call someone son again. so I mulled it around and decided that there couldn't be no harm, after all I was a veteran and I was starting to feel bad about giving him a cold shoulder. I decided to make it up to him and buy him another beer. and then another and another, all the while he's telling me how good it was to have me back from Vietnam, and we were going to do some huntin and fishin now. i'm thinking its not doing any harm to let him think this, but i'm wondering what the bartender is thinking. after another beer its time to drain, I head to the head. on my return, I see that he is gone and ask the bartender if he left, yeah he ordered a bottle of Jim Beam and a pack of cigs, said put them on his son's tab. damn, damn, I ran out the door and he was still backing out of the slot, I was at the car door in a single leap, but it was locked and he was laughing still backing out. over the car I went the door was unlocked. threw it open and grabbed for the bottle, but he got it first, he changing gear to go forward all I could do to keep from getting dragged was grab his leg off the gas, he's yelling and swinging at me, all I got is his leg and I'm trying to pull him out of the car, he's yelling and swinging, trying to pull his leg back and I'm pulling and pulling and pulling, a lot like i'm pulling your leg right now.
with love peteaxehandle
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All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
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