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maybe for a day or two,the alcohol/addiction decides that question for me...sad,huh?

Yeah getting stabbed in the gut by a white supremacist and im white lmao. Reply #1 no you decide to use, it don't. Don't think like a victim.

filling the toilet twice with blood. not vomit and blood straight up blood then being diagnosed with alcoholic hepatitis

Ah, what bittersweet memories this topic recalls! In 1988, near the end of my drinking, I decided that my problem was cheap, rotgut liquor, so I upgraded my consumer profile by splurging on a liter of 100 proof Wolfschmidt vodka. I chugged down about eight ounces of it and sat there feelng stark raving nothing at all. In a fury I looked at the back label to see if they had an 800 number so I could call the cheapskates up to complain that they'd diluted the product. They didn't have a number, of course, and my mood quickly shifted to despondent self-pity.

Should I jump out the window or call the suicide hotline? The choices and their likely consequences raced through my mind like lightning on a hot summer night-- oh wait, it was winter. Didn't anybody care any more, not even the distillers? Again I plunged into the raging debate between my ears over the only obvious choices I had left, to leap from the window or call the hotline.

Then it struck me. Suddenly, and as if miraculously, I was transported into a moment of startling clarity as I saw the situation in front of me in sharper focus.

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I was in a ground floor apartment and I didn't have a telephone.

being drunk in the courtroom when i gave my baby girl to my mother to raise. the judge said "who would make a better parent?" and plastered though i was i had to say my mother. i won't ever, ever forget how empty my arms felt leaving court and the years since.

being drunk in the courtroom when i gave my baby girl to my mother to raise. the judge said "who would make a better parent?" and plastered though i was i had to say my mother. i won't ever, ever forget how empty my arms felt leaving court and the years since.

hey devon, i was there say at one time in first marraige...sucked....

p.s.i got them back cuz the wife killed him in a fire......

it's theones iCAN"t remember that scare me lol

Yep, I wrote about it in my journal. 68 days ago I woke up in my bed, felt fine (had my usual 2 magnums of pinot grigio the night before) I never got hungover so I hopped up to go get ready to get ready for the day and wentto take a shower. My forehead was split open, my right eye swollen shut like Rocky Balboa and 10x12 bruises and cuts all over my right side. Apparently, I had blacked out and fell somewhere in my house. never found out where.

I took a picture of myself and I keep copies of it all over my house and taped on the back of my wallet in case I try to go buy alcohol, I will see that picture.

What I think about is how many times I bet I blacked out but didnt get injured. I shudder to imagine it, except that I DO know that I never drove after drinking. Heaven knows what I DID do, and if it were not for that face and those bruises, I might still be drinking.

Liz