Acidman is (depending on who you read) either drinking himself to death, starving himself to death, a combination of the two, or something else.

Steve H, pragmatist that he is, has probably the best take on it.

There are those who say we should forcefeed him. While this sounds like fun, I believe the only thing that causes change of any kind is raw will on the part of the person who has to change.

So I have a plan I think might work. It will involve some co-operation, and some sacrifice on the part of other bloggers.

See,for Rob to want to stick around, he has to have incentive, and so far, sticking around for his kids, or his gramma, or those of us who give a shit about him isn’t incentive, I think I know what will be.

We need to fill his mind with memories so horrible, so awful, that he will choose to live on just to have those horrid awful memories drowned out by anything at all.

Here’s what I propose.

We need to put on an A-man final farewell tour of bloggers.

The opening act will be Steve, dancing in a tutu to the Nutcracker suite. Followed by Vman and Dax dressed only in thongs, juggling dildos. Finally, the ladies will come in and surround the Rumbling one with hundreds of kittens, while I cover myself in butter and sing old Ethel Merman songs in a high falsetto.

If that doesn’t make Rob Smith want to be alive just so he can drive those memories from his mind, he’s fucked anyway.

Any takers?