Apologies to all, for having missed the opportunity to post on the anniversary of Jim Morrison’s death 9 days ago. I’ve been battling some evil demons in Wan Chai over the last 6 weeks, and am finally starting to draw some sober breaths today. Now if only I can find that wagon, I fear it has left without me.
Anyway, back to Mr Mojo Rising. Morrison was more than a poet, songwriter and a performer. He was a very fine drunk. Classic line kids if you haven’t heard it – What is the difference was between a drunk and an alcoholic, Just grin and reply, “us drunks don’t have to go to meetings.”
i’m a big fan of The Exorcist movie. i’ve watched the original (which is the only one as far as i’m concerned) more than 700 times, so i know a thing or two about battling demons. i’m wondering if yours can spin it’s head and vomit projectile pea-soup mixture? i suspect that since you are a Class A drunk, you find your head spinning on a regular basis, and the vomit, well…
i woke up this morning and I got myself a beer
the future’s uncertain and the end is always near
Jim Morrison, R.I.P. (Rock in Peace!)
I met Jim Morrison back in the late 1960s and he was a beautiful man. at the time, I was something of a groupie, i liked to hang around bands and was more than willing to perform acts of oral sex on anyone who sang, or played guitar, or fixed the lighting rig, or the security men, the catering guy, or even once or twice the bus driver. those were good times, even though a lot of people including my parents used to call me a SLUT. well, that was just unfair in my opinion, but for the record, Jim was certainly the Lizard King – his manhood was about the size of a Komodo Dragon! mmmmmmm…
I attended Alcoholics Anonymous from 1983-1998. I could never figure aout what was so “anonymous” about standing up in front of a group of people and saying “my name’s Al, and I’m an alcoholic”. In the last decade, I’ve gone back to my old boozy ways and I feel a lot more anonymous to be honest.
Now I’m just “that drunk who sits outside the K-Mart mumbling horrible things to passing women, singing the Star Spangled Banner, and pissing in his pants. Don’t have to tell anyone my name.
So, I guess drunks have it better than alcoholics.
As an ambassador of the corporate world, having served in many blue chip financial institutions, it is incumbent on me to point out that plenty of meetings are attended by drunks. As a matter of fact, almost every business meeting I’ve ever been to had at least one drunk present – me.
I’ll drink to that – cheers!
(actually, I’ll drink to pretty much anything if someone else is buying…)