tailieunhanh - Alcohol: The Conditioning(Exploits of a Drinking Man)

Just sit down . . . no need to be going anywhere,” the man said. I did not want to listen but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew there was some wisdom to the words. He went on as though he were introducing the powered essence of an epic play and, to be truthful, he might well have been for all the stuff that was taking place in my life— his too. But he was drunk as a rambling lord and I was as sober as a confused cemetery headstone. And I might well just have been. | Alcohol The Conditioning Exploits of a Drinking Man Clips of a Truth John Gabriel Mc Donald Smashwords Edition Copyright 2012 John Gabriel Mc Donald Smashwords Edition License Notes This free ebook may be copied distributed reposted reprinted and shared provided it appears in its entirety without alteration and the reader is not charged to access it. Happy trails . . . smiles . . . John Part 1 Hidden Wisdom Just sit down . . . no need to be going anywhere the man said. I did not want to listen but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there was some wisdom to the words. He went on as though he were introducing the powered essence of an epic play and to be truthful he might well have been for all the stuff that was taking place in my life his too. But he was drunk as a rambling lord and I was as sober as a confused cemetery headstone. And I might well just have been because I was stuck between two roads leading towards the same place a dead-end. Somewhere along the line I took a wrong turn and that turn led to the place known to many folk as hell s last acre. I arrived dead on time all my miseries locked tight as a drum to me although I wanted nothing to do with the stuff. But over the years it just piled up like dust on a midwest American cabin floor during the great dust bowl of the 20s making it difficult to wash off. Eventually so much built up that I got used to haulin it around like one gets used to pain at times feelin like I was cycling a bike across the Sahara desert a bike without tires just the bare rims. The man lit a cigarette drew in a mighty lung-filler then slowly released a gray stabbing jet of smoke towards the high bordering on the kitchen wallpaper then continued. Sure you don t have anywhere important to go . . . just sit down and relax. A long time would pass before I got the message of his words but when I did it stuck like oatmeal to a starving man s innards. The truth of the matter was that I did not have anywhere important to go but it .