It has been a long time since I have posted on here. And for good reason. I am starting a new series based off the events that have happened this year, battling Pancreatitis, gallstones, alcoholism, opioid addiction, asylums, hospitals, and albino creatures.

Oh, wait, I already did a series on that.

Anyways, comedy is tragedy plus time, and I am going to put that to the test. I have been sober off alcohol since June 2021, I haven't been to the hospital since July of this year, and I am clean off the pain killers for about 24 hours now. But only because I am out of my prescription.

First thing's first, is getting used to this god awful tiny text on this computer I am on.

It all started on January 2021... -insert flashback here-

My wife had been smacking me with my vodka bottles to try to get me to quit. When I went to the hospital, grey as an alien, my doctor started smacking me with the same vodka bottle. It worked, because I stopped. Cold turkey. No rehab. As you saw from the flashback earlier, I suffered through DT's, it didn't look fun, because it wasn't. All was great, until oddly January 2022, and it all went downhill. So our story begins there. It all started when they drained over a liter of this black fluid from my abdomen. I took a picture of it, and showed it to my sister, and she called it the Forbidden Pepsi, and my brother said it was about time I got my oil changed. I was hopped up on Dilaudid, the good stuff. So it didn't hurt too badly, it felt like I was getting a liposuction.

That's all I have for now, but I have plenty of stories, and they are all true with a comedic twist. Unfortunately, there will be no albino creatures this time.

Stay safe, don't do school, and stay in drugs.

It's hot as heck in here...

Editor's Note: No vodka bottles were harmed in this story, they were made of plastic.