boonian androphile
11-17-06, 10:32 PM
christian. you have been wandering so long. your son, jack, drove you from your happy home of drinking and enabling. you sat there at the medical tribunal in complete disgrace. you fled. you fled. but not before a final coors for the road. but it wasnt always this way. there were days when your werent drinking. when your surgical skills were top-notch. when, jack, your son, admired you and strove to be just like. but he was better than you, wasnt he? or at least thats what you feared. he saved the prettiest, nicest young woman from her horrible accident. she repaid him by marrying him. that just reminded you of your unhappy marriage, of your shrew of a wife. and now jack was exploding in confidence. he outdid you in surgery. you were just becoming a titled assistance. you drank again. but there were other things going. things that you tried to put out of your mind. you drank more to do it. you had---i know its painful---another child. did anyone know? it would have been such a disgrace. but somehow you regained your strength and will. you would not be bested. you, ironically, surrended to a higher power. a new experience for you, wasnt it? and that was going rather well. you had people liking you for you. it was great. and then jack's marriage crumbled and he went berzerk. he crashed your meeting and accused you of adultery. you couldnt believe it! from all appearances, your never had an interested in your wife, let alone other woman. jack shamed you in front of your new friends. you climbed back in the bottle.
when you arrived in australia, you hooked up with this sexy young woman who was willing, for money, to drive you places and look out for you. you didnt care how much this cost because you werent really going anywhere, were you? for awhile you just drove around, did normal things. then one day you were so loaded that you finally got up the nerve. you had your driver---what was her name again? well, at least she got you there---take you to that house. you demanded to see her. you demanded. but nothing resulted. nothing. it was all over. just one more night. just one more round. she drove to a bar. there you drank and drank and drank. you met a nice fellow who was interested in a similar journey---minus the death wish, of course, well, sort of. you confided in this man about your son, the doctor. you said that he had more integrity, more courage, and was a better person. then you disappeared. we dont know if your driver took you anywhere. she may have. your new confidant was in no condition to drive. he had been drinking, sure, but he looked as though he also committed some evil act. but you decided, no, that was your own boozed-up death march talking.
soon you ended up dead. jack saw you on a slab. you had drunk yourself into a failed heart.
but that wasnt the last of you. you stepped out of death and into the water. you beckoned, ever so subtly, your son, jack to follow you through the peaceful trees. no monster in sight. that was strange, wasnt it, christian? you led him to the caves and to a vital source of fresh water. you led him to an alternative to alcohol.
and by and large your life is done, except for the many times to come that you might appear as a memory, when some one else on the island will remember running into you somewhere. or when jack, in another struggle for his life and the lives of others, will remember how you pushed him, pushed him hard to succeed.
so, christian, my friend, my tired old friend, have a seat. have a seat at the bar, the bar of eternal rest. i am your bartender. im a good listener. and the drinks---an endless variety and supply! and best of all. theyre on the house. and theyre free.
:drinky: :Cheers: :drinky: :Cheers: :drinky: :Cheers: :drinky: :Cheers:
when you arrived in australia, you hooked up with this sexy young woman who was willing, for money, to drive you places and look out for you. you didnt care how much this cost because you werent really going anywhere, were you? for awhile you just drove around, did normal things. then one day you were so loaded that you finally got up the nerve. you had your driver---what was her name again? well, at least she got you there---take you to that house. you demanded to see her. you demanded. but nothing resulted. nothing. it was all over. just one more night. just one more round. she drove to a bar. there you drank and drank and drank. you met a nice fellow who was interested in a similar journey---minus the death wish, of course, well, sort of. you confided in this man about your son, the doctor. you said that he had more integrity, more courage, and was a better person. then you disappeared. we dont know if your driver took you anywhere. she may have. your new confidant was in no condition to drive. he had been drinking, sure, but he looked as though he also committed some evil act. but you decided, no, that was your own boozed-up death march talking.
soon you ended up dead. jack saw you on a slab. you had drunk yourself into a failed heart.
but that wasnt the last of you. you stepped out of death and into the water. you beckoned, ever so subtly, your son, jack to follow you through the peaceful trees. no monster in sight. that was strange, wasnt it, christian? you led him to the caves and to a vital source of fresh water. you led him to an alternative to alcohol.
and by and large your life is done, except for the many times to come that you might appear as a memory, when some one else on the island will remember running into you somewhere. or when jack, in another struggle for his life and the lives of others, will remember how you pushed him, pushed him hard to succeed.
so, christian, my friend, my tired old friend, have a seat. have a seat at the bar, the bar of eternal rest. i am your bartender. im a good listener. and the drinks---an endless variety and supply! and best of all. theyre on the house. and theyre free.
:drinky: :Cheers: :drinky: :Cheers: :drinky: :Cheers: :drinky: :Cheers: