Stranger in a stranger land, yes I was yesterday. I sat at a bar stool watching the MN Vikings play. It was very bizarre. The guys next to me kept doing Jagr bombs every time the Vikings scored. By the third quarter the effects were evident. There were glass coolers behind the bar showing all the bottled beer they offered. They sat mocking me in silence. The funny part I had more of an urge to order some food than beer. The bar/restaurant serves good food. It smelled like it. It was kind of strange reading all to bottle labels during commercials.
Saturday Dad seemed kind of surprised that I was going to actually go to a therapist too. Like just taking a pill would fix everything. It's hard to believe he is so unfamiliar with therapy. It's everywhere in public media. Even Tony Soprano went to therapy.
Money is getting very tight. I have to call my landlord and make some arrangements with him. I don't want to be evicted again. Once in a lifetime is enough. I can't move in with my Dad either. We would drive each other crazy. His smoking is so bad, three packs a day. I don't know how he keeps it up. He then complains about the taxes on cigarettes and alcohol. Irony. Paying to kill yourself.
Peace
dumbdavid
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