Danny the car wiper is on the nod
I blew out both knees climbing out of a tree stand yesterday, and thus see Christmas through a vicodin induced haze.
It reminds me of the days I worked with junkies, years ago (no, not with them in any “professional” facility, I just worked with people who were junkies) and I was always amazed at they way they acted, saw that junk sickness up close, saw the way they treated one another.
Not everyone’s Christmas is packages and bows. Not everyone will even have a meal. Some will only lie in agony and dream of a wake-up shot that will never come. SO for those people, who I will not judge- there, after all, but for the grace of God go I, I give you an old favorite of mine: the Junky’s Christmas, by Frances Ford Coppola, as written and narrated by William S Burroughs.
Hope they’re not too blown out.
Merry Christmas Og.
I’ll survive, Dick. I’ve injured myself worse on purpose. OTOH, being skinnier, whcih I will be next season, will help.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Og!
hope your knees heal up soon.
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Og: Merry Christmas to you and yours, and hope your knees aren’t real bad.