Doo wop and the Booze

Just a few drinks of Rum and the great sounds of Doo Wop.  The Five Satins singing 'In the Still of the Night' as well as Gene Chandler and his great rendition of 'The Duke of Earl'.  Such great songs.

Some Shameful Shit, That

So, me and the other Alkies buying our cheap pints at the Liquor Store.  The ignorant Teetotaler would view the individual buying the 2 L bottle of booze as the degenerate alcoholic.  That Bastard is just having a party.  The true Booze Hound is the one buying a Pint of Bottom Shelf booze. He has told himself (or herself) that ONE PINT is all he's gonna drink.  It is the only way he or she can begin to control the amount of liquor he (or she) consumes in one night. The Alkie is fighting a day-by-day battle.  'If I can only drink just one pint'...

Father Mont and His Tennessee Whisky

Something snapped which led to Pearl Jam's "I am Mine' and photos of our fatal trailer fire.  It took me a while but I fainally found the scene photos of our trailer fire where the 5 year old girl died.  A strong dose of George Dickle and photos of the fire led to a good amount of emotion and grief.  Pearl Jam's "I Am Mine' is such a beautiful song.  Maybe I'll get past this.  Maybe this is where I died.

Islay Scotch and Judaism

So, tonight I enjoy an Islay Scotch and the music of the Yemeni Jews. A strange mix, ineed.  Still, since joining Freemasonry I have gained an relationship to both Judaeism as well as Brothers in Abraham.  A stiff drink is a tight bond to Brothers of all histories.

Viking Tunes and Rum

Drinking rum to the sounds of Garmarna.  I apologize since this is more of an on-line journal than a true blog.  Oh, well.  Let me know if you tire of my rantings.

Bourbon and Tull

Well... Had degree meetings tonight.  Couple of Brothers were Passed to Fellowcraft.  Made it home and started enjoying some Jim Beam Bourbon.  Very pleasant.  Maybe tomorrow I'll try some gin or rum.  Haven' had Gin for maybe 15 years.

Hi, I'm Thomas and I might be an alcoholic

Hmmm, I guess I have to admit to being a full-out alcoholic. Still, I don't seem to fit into the usual definitions. My job is secure and as is my family life. My drinking doesn't jeopardize by employement nor does it lead to abuse of my family. BUT... Without doubt, I just emptied the last half of a bottle of Bourbon in about 90 minutes. And I would be happy to take another drink. But, still... I'm not yelling at my kids nor am I raging at the computer as I play World of Warcraft.  So, I can keep the balance well.   I guess we'll see.

Thomas,  42nd Fire Hussars