Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Fast forward through and past the celebrations of the next millennium. Zoom past the anger and pain of 9/11 and sometime around 2009 I found that bottle of Rebel Yell cooling its heels in the dark depths of the lower cabinet in the front of the kitchen ........ .................................. I had not allowed Demon Rum to pass my lips in at least 15 years, maybe 20........ Shit I dunno, it was a long time.
I pulled that bottle of Rebel Yell out of the lower cabinet in the front of the kitchen. Tried to blow the dust off, but it laughed at me. " Bud, get an ice scraper fool, we be chillin long time."
So I got a rag, wet it down and wiped the dust off that quart of Rebel Yell, marveling at my good fortune, and savoring this gift from my well checkered past.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Two of my all time favorite Hollywood folks passed. I fell in love with Lauren when I was a wee tacker. It took "Good Morning Viet Nam" to show me the wacky brilliance that existed in Robin's mind............ I will miss them, but not their work. It is forever captured on film for all of us to enjoy............ R.I.P. Robin and Lauren.
Which brings me to "the Black Dog" as Winston Churchill called his episodes of Depression. I suffer from Depression also. It did not come on until I was fifty or so. I refuse to ingest the chemical fixes pushed by the Healthcare
What I cannot control are the reactions to my depression from the folks I interact with on a daily basis. There is little sympathy or understanding. Most if not all go automatic and tell me I need to see a doctor............ Fuck that. I believe it was medicine I was prescribed in 2001 that turned mild depression into the nasty Hell I fall into now. They can take their medicine and shove it ............. Americans place too much confidence in the AMA and their masters, the pharmaceutical industry. I have had much better luck self prescribing.