Monday, November 24, 2008

Chronic. Progressive. Fatal.

Chronic: Suggests long duration or frequent recurrence and is used especially of diseases or habits that resist all effort to eradicate them (chronic sinusitis).

I think when I start up my heavy metal band -- the one that's going to be cheered by tens of thousands at Wembley Stadium -- I'm going to call it The Chronic Progressive Fatal Quartet. If I'm going to make my living playing death metal I better let everyone know what's coming.

While I'm sipping coffee at a meeting, my disease is out in the parking lot doing push ups. One handed push ups, with a pile of bricks on its back, while suspended over a pit of Indian spitting vipers. My alcoholism keeps on coming. It's very macho. It can take a lot of punishment. It does not discourage easily.

It's not easy watching the end game. All active alcoholics take a tremendous emotional beating. We all know fear, what it's like to be irritable, restless, and discontented. Most of us take a lot of physical punishment: hangovers and cirrhosis and drug overdoses and the like. Some of us take it all the way. We just give up and let ourselves die. No one can help us.

Slow Motion Suicide. Which would also be a really cool band name.

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