So why
did I become alcoholic? That's like
asking why is some water salty and some
fresh. The answer is: I don't know. Some
claim alcoholism is hereditary; and that
certainly may be in some cases. But I'm
the first alcoholic in my family;
and I have a sister who I would consider
borderline alcoholic. All I really know
is that the alcoholic traits developed
long before the physical action of
drinking took place. I am the oldest
of two children, and grew up an only
child for the first ten years of my
life. My dad passed away when I was 13.
He had a heart attack and died in the
hospital about a week later. Mom
remarried a couple of years later, and I
currently have two step brothers who I
never see or keep in contact with, my
younger sister (aged 31) and a 17 year
old half-sister. So here I am, now
a 41 year old man (gadds!!) with the
personality of a 23 year old, although
at times you'd think I was three. But
that's OK. I'm young at heart. I live
in north-central Minnesota on my own
five acres of wooded heaven. Just me and
my dog (a Siberian Husky named Jack).
For whatever reason, I have never
married and have no children (at least
none that I'd claim, or would claim me).
My drinking past isn't real pretty in
regards to sex. Just for the record; I
did not mention this because I'm looking
for a date. Sorry ladies, it's nothing
personal. Some of
the things I like are dogs and other
animals, but not cats, they're too
independent for me (a lot like women, in
fact. Sorry gals). Looney tunes; I'm
just crazy about Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd,
Sylvester & tweety, the Road Runner and
of course, Wile E. Coyote, plus all the
others.
Warner Bros. produced some of the best
cartoons ever back in the late 50s and
throughout the 60s. I like to read,
and spend a lot of time doing so.
Science Fiction is my thing. You'll find
a lot of quotes on page one by Robert A.
Heinlein, one of my favorite authors. I
also like anything by Dean Koontz, John
Irving and the incomparable Anne Rice,
there's not another author anywhere who
can hold a candle to her. I'd marry that
woman if she'd dump her terrible poet
husband, Stan. I'm sorry, I just don't
understand Mr. Rice's poetry. I also
enjoy being
outside in the summer (winters here are
dreadful!), and most anything having to
do with nature. I'm happiest when I'm in
the middle of the woods, with not a soul
around. I also like sitting around the
campfire playing guitar or engaged in
stimulating conversation. Some
of the things I dislike are cats (as I
already mentioned), politics, organized
religion, pushy people and small
talk. I'm usually pretty taciturn in
nature, like Mr. Ed the horse, I never
speak unless I have something to say.
Really, I just never know what to say to
people; like I said small talk bores me
to tears. It annoys me terribly when
people start asking personal questions
like, where do you live, are you
married, where do you work, etc. I've
never thought of myself as being
particularly secretive, although I must
appear that way to others. The one
time when I do speak
is at an A.A. meeting. I almost always
have something to contribute. Hopefully,
what I say at meetings will help
somebody, as I like to be of
service. I will say one more thing
about myself, and for this I'm going to
quote a verse of a song Waylon Jennings
and Willie Nelson did back in the 70s.
The song is titled "Momas Don't Let Your
Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys." That
whole song describes me pretty well, and
particularly the verse I'm about to
quote.
So there you have it. That's me, in a
nut shell. Someday I'll add some
pictures to this page. The thing is; I
have no recent pics of myself or my dog.
It's funny, but when some one tries to
take my picture, their camera
breaks!
I'll bet you were wondering
when I'd get around to this! The reason
I waited so long is because I really
dislike writing things autobiographical
in nature; even though it is about my
favorite topic: me. Oops, my
arrogance is showing
again!So where do I
start?...I'm certainly not going to go
'way back when' and recount all my
childhood exploits! Let it suffice to
say that I had a fairly normal
childhood, and grew up in a home where
alcoholism was not a factor.
and clear mountain
mornings.
Little warm puppies and
children
and girls of the
night.
Them that
don't know him
won't like him,
and
them that do sometimes
won't know how
to take him.
He ain't wrong,
he's
just different;
and his pride won't
let him
do things to make you think
he's right."
This is me. Another old picture.
I
don't see a
coffee cup in front of me, but I assume
it's there.
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