an AA meeting. Don't freak out, I only went 'cause this lady said she'd buy me a pint of liquor if I "still had a desire to drink" afterward. I did. She came through on her end of the deal, and I must say, that after listening to Stepcult indoctrinees spouting their dogma for an hour, I really needed a nice rum & coke to bring me back to reality. The lady who took me there is actually kind of nice, she does my roommate's laundry and such, she brought his clothes over this morning, he was still asleep. I answered the door, and, knowing she takes antidepressants, asked her about them. She proceeded to tell me how great they were, then immediately segued into a "go to church and 12Step meetings also" spiel. I told her the Stepcult and other religious stuff didn't do anything for me (as a matter of fact, I've taken a solemn vow to stay out of churches and to never work for or cooperate with police forces) and that I had no desire to quit drinking. That's when she made her offer. I was tempted to be disruptive, but the only thing I did was say I preferred to remain anonymous when they did their cutesy introductions at the beginning. I got a "High, Anonymous!" from the group (how did they know I was high? Oh, yeah, 'Awareness'). What a freakshow--and not in a good way. Right afterward, I immediately purified my mind with a couple of tall, cool Cuba Libres (that's a rum and coke with a lime for you non-Floridians).
Send more pills soon,
rtp2k3
