Some Truth

I was once at a meeting (you guess what kind, and if you can't then I suggest you count that as a blessing) and a guy said if we all threw our problems in the center of the room none of us would want anybody elses when it came time to pick them up.  
 
Yeah, if you still ain't flashin' to this type of group you may as well stop here. Go surf the web or some other wholesome vanilla shit.  
 
I got as far as I could in those rooms.  
 
Then I went out.  
 
Stepped back to the program but I knew I needed something more personal.  
 
Picked up the pen.  
 
All the crap that could not be coaxed and hugged out of me came spewing like a whine and pizza puke fest (it's okay, I know how to spell).  
 
So here I am, pokin' plastic squares at six o' eight in a South Florida a.m. Saturday.  
 
I have been reading a first time posters work.  
 
Apparently in the past few decades the way of letting inner pain out altered. Tattooing of the 50s gave way to piercing and that became simply slicing (yeah, I know "cutting" is the commonly employed term- I'm tryin' for a little subtlety- it's a writer thing).  
 
At the moment I sit in a deliciously chilled house with a jacket on (believe me- this place will be hot enough, soon enough- even the Devil is gone by July) jonesin' for a cup of coffee and gettin' ready for a bit of wrenchin' on a '75 Harley (classic s.o.b. ain't I) and then off to the range for some pistol poppin' (I worked up a non wrist breakin' .44 mag load- ahh, the sweet, sharp report of success).  
 
Today's hobbies would not be happenin' if I hadn't put down that other stuff and picked up the scribble stick.  
 
 
Ain't none of this meant to be inspirational.  
 
It's only me stayin' safe inside my words.  
 
I seen enough of the world out there to know I can't ever be crazy enough to fit with it.  
 
Right about now I gotta quell this caffeine critter (maybe we never truly stop being addicted but we truly can change the substance of subsistence).  
 
Best of luck to y'all, today (and if you like your hand on the end of your arm you will keep it off of my problems).