Sloganeering

Back to the transitional meeting today on a rainy Saturday morn.  God love these people.  The chairwoman suggested that each person that spoke today should give their sobriety date and share a few thoughts about their favorite slogan.  We had 50 or 60 people and we got through almost everyone.  A lot of people came to the podium, read one of the 3 or 4 slogans posted on the wall and sat down, to muted applause.  Most of them didn't want to say anything.  One guy, clearly drunk, came to the front unbidden, lead off with a quote by Nietzsche, moved along to one by Shakespeare, before being gently hustled off the stage.  He sat down and grumbled and groused audibly for a few minutes.  There isn't an inexhaustible supply of slogans so the later speakers were at a disadvantage and this clearly discomfited them.

The best thing about new people is that i can flog them with my old routines because really, I haven't  written any new material.   It's like listening to an old Steve Martin routine - funny enough for the time but no longer hilarious.  Maybe a polite chuckle or knowing nod is called for but not any hysterical laughing.  I always get a chuckle with SOBER - Son of a bitch, everything's real.  And FEAR - face everything and recover or . . . ahem . .  Screw everything and run.

One dude came up and asked me to repeat the SOBER joke.  He wrote it down on a napkin.  I'm curious as to where that napkin is going to end up.  We talked for a while until he began insisting that the language of the heart being spoken in The Program can readily be duplicated at his church.  Well, OK, if you say so.

Hee Haw.