Daily Abstinence

So why am I cold sober? Did I just up and quit drinking. Well, yes, I did. Quitting is easy. I've done it a thousand times. Let's see....the last time I was out drinking-I never drink at home-was last Sunday. I picked up some road lizard and brought her home with me. She wasn't so attractive the next morning.

"Went home last night at two with a ten....woke up at ten with a two."
Willie Nelson

So what earth shattering event led me to quit drinking? I needed to get some work done this week. I always quit drinking when I need to get things done. I knew there would be some low hanging fruit in the casinos.

So I've been out working this week. Working means I'm out vulturing machine plays. I don't mix in business with pleasure. When I'm in work mode I don't drink, period. Not even a drink or two at night when I'm home or in a motel. No drinks with dinner. Nothing. It's cold turkey until I get the work done.

So when I'm at home I might drink for a couple of days. But then it's back on the wagon until I knock down some plays and bank up some more money for my old age.

On my road trips-I have one coming up for around the first of February-I don't touch booze. My road trips run two to three weeks. I never touch a drop of booze on road trips. I want to get these trips over as soon as possible and get back home. Drinking means I won't be up at the crack of dawn and be out there, vulturing the plays, getting the job done. That makes the road trips longer. To hell with that. There will be plenty of time for drinking when I get home.

So what is my drinking pattern? It's called binge drinking. When I hit a bar I drink two to three shots of whiskey an hour chased by Dos Equis. I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I prefer Dos Equis. I usally hit the bar by 7 PM....and I ain't leaving until they throw me out or it's closing time....or I pick up another road lizard. Now, the next day, I'm going to have a bitching hangover. I might decide to get drunk again to postpone the hangover. So that's a two day running drunk and is usually about my limit. Then I go back on the wagon and get some work done. That's my drinking pattern.

Now, all this talk is giving me a powerful hankering for a beer and a shot. I've been on the wagon all week. I've got to much blood in my alcohol stream....so off to the bar I'm heading. That's the life of this successful gambler folks. No boss, no employee's, no strings attached. I do what I want when I want to do it. Total freedom, folks. Just obey the law. That's all I have to do.

Actually, I think the thing for you to do is to keep busy with work. So let me wish you plenty of good, productive work ahead. And maybe you'll find a 10 that won't change overnight.

Should be some good post in a few hours.

I admire your honesty...Just one thing concerns me, I hope you take a taxi cab. Please don't drink and drive

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Originally Posted by slobdinger

So why am I cold sober? Did I just up and quit drinking. Well, yes, I did. Quitting is easy. I've done it a thousand times. Let's see....the last time I was out drinking-I never drink at home-was last Sunday. I picked up some road lizard and brought her home with me. She wasn't so attractive the next morning.

"Went home last night at two with a ten....woke up at ten with a two."
Willie Nelson

So what earth shattering event led me to quit drinking? I needed to get some work done this week. I always quit drinking when I need to get things done. I knew there would be some low hanging fruit in the casinos.

So I've been out working this week. Working means I'm out vulturing machine plays. I don't mix in business with pleasure. When I'm in work mode I don't drink, period. Not even a drink or two at night when I'm home or in a motel. No drinks with dinner. Nothing. It's cold turkey until I get the work done.

So when I'm at home I might drink for a couple of days. But then it's back on the wagon until I knock down some plays and bank up some more money for my old age.

On my road trips-I have one coming up for around the first of February-I don't touch booze. My road trips run two to three weeks. I never touch a drop of booze on road trips. I want to get these trips over as soon as possible and get back home. Drinking means I won't be up at the crack of dawn and be out there, vulturing the plays, getting the job done. That makes the road trips longer. To hell with that. There will be plenty of time for drinking when I get home.

So what is my drinking pattern? It's called binge drinking. When I hit a bar I drink two to three shots of whiskey an hour chased by Dos Equis. I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I prefer Dos Equis. I usally hit the bar by 7 PM....and I ain't leaving until they throw me out or it's closing time....or I pick up another road lizard. Now, the next day, I'm going to have a bitching hangover. I might decide to get drunk again to postpone the hangover. So that's a two day running drunk and is usually about my limit. Then I go back on the wagon and get some work done. That's my drinking pattern.

Now, all this talk is giving me a powerful hankering for a beer and a shot. I've been on the wagon all week. I've got to much blood in my alcohol stream....so off to the bar I'm heading. That's the life of this successful gambler folks. No boss, no employee's, no strings attached. I do what I want when I want to do it. Total freedom, folks. Just obey the law. That's all I have to do.

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Originally Posted by LoneStarHorse

I admire your honesty...Just one thing concerns me, I hope you take a taxi cab. Please don't drink and drive

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Thanks for the concern, LoneStar, but I got broke of the drunk driving habit back in the eighties. Besides, I live right next door to the bar. Not far to stagger home when the night is over. I'm posting on my phone from the bar right now.

"Hard times are real. There's dusty fields no matter where you go."
. Travis Tritt

That's what I'm listening to right now on the internet jukebox. Not an eligible road lizard in sight. Time for another shot. Plenty of time for the road lizards to show up.

How does Lady Gaga like her steak? "raw, raw....raw raw raw." Not a road lizard in sight. Time for another shot.

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Originally Posted by slobdinger

Time for another shot.

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Wait a second. This was supposed to be a thread about daily abstinence. Not a blow by blow for each shot. LOL

Just turned a 300 hundred pound road lizard down Not my type. Time for another shot.

And he actually believes the kind of slug life he writes about is 100% real and is something to behold.

Read up on Scotty of Scotty's Castle fame in Death Valley. He was a similar story-teller filled with BS and whoppers that made everybody laugh at and feel sorry for him.

Obviously mickey's trying his darndest to pretend to be leading some sort of twisted, productive life in the face of mounting adversity and in a world where decent women can't stand the sight and smell of him.

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Originally Posted by Rob.Singer

He was a similar story-teller filled with BS and whoppers that made everybody laugh at and feel sorry for him.

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That describes what the world thinks of you as well.

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Originally Posted by Rob.Singer

And he actually believes the kind of slug life he writes about is 100% real and is something to behold.

Read up on Scotty of Scotty's Castle fame in Death Valley. He was a similar story-teller filled with BS and whoppers that made everybody laugh at and feel sorry for him.

Obviously mickey's trying his darndest to pretend to be leading some sort of twisted, productive life in the face of mounting adversity and in a world where decent women can't stand the sight and smell of him.

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Go to Scotty's Castle and you will find Robbie "the derelict" Argentino

There's a 200 pound road lizard at the end of the bar. The bar closes at two. Only an hour and fifteen minutes left. Should I make a move?

Wow. A whole lot of skank has poured into the bar. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I don't want to bring you down, boys, but I didn't get layed tonight. I couldn't find a cooperative skank that was height/weight proportional. Maybe next time. Meanwhile I got stuff on the stove. Give me a little time. I'll report back.

So I got potatoes and onion and garlic working on the stove. I got a pork chop coming right behind it.

I came off the rails. I be goddam and go to hell if any one of you could put me back on the rails. I'm here. I'm in your face. None of you jack off assholes have a chance to push me out of the gambling world. I'll mess you up. I don't give a damn who you are, where you came from, who your manna and daddy is, or what your reputation is. I'm the Cock of this walk. That's the way it is, folks. I don't take shit off of punks like singer. I'll stomp a mudhole in his ass on any day he wants to meet me. But for the rest, you are on your own. Treat me nice and I will treat you nice.

Ain't in great to be a bad dude? I over cooked the potatoes and the pork chop. You assholes got me going and I didn't pay attention. I had to eat that shit. I'm going to remember you assholes forever. I'm going to call you all "flopchop."

Anyways, its time for me to go to bed. I'll meet me you on the other side of the darkness. Good night and God bless.

Mickey

Oooooh, baby! My head is smokin.' Did I have too much fun last night or what? One thirty in the after noon, huh? Not bad. I got me a big pot of Java Delight workin.' Gonna have to cook up some breakfast. How do you like your eggs? I like 'em over easy. Bacon and hash browns too. I make my hashbrowns from scratch. And sourdough rye toast. Talk to ya after breakfast.

Karaoke at the bar tonite. I've already butchered the Statler Brothers "Flowers on the Wall." The next song I'm going to butcher is Johnny Rodrigues' " Riden' My Thumb to Mexico."

Got a standing ovation for "Riding my thumb."

Got a big ovation for Merle Haggard's I take A Lot Of Pride In What I Am.

Lots of skanks in the bar but I'm not feeling that way tonight.

Got good applause for Ghost Riders by Johnny Cash. Almost time for me to take my drunk ass home.

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Originally Posted by slobdinger

Got good applause for Ghost Riders by Johnny Cash. Almost time for me to take my drunk ass home.

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"Time to take my drunk ass home
I drank all the whiskey and my money's all gone
Hit on all the girls sang every song
Time to take my drunk ass home"
Luke Bryan

Well, a good time was had by all last night. But I'm back on the wagon again. Got the pot of Java Delight working. It's time for a big breakfast. Football day. Yipee! I'm gonna have to see if I can find bet. Talk to ya later.

I never even thought about having a drink on this last road trip. A two week road trip through the casinos of Montana. I got home tonight. I immediatly went to the bar next door and downed 20 shots of Black Velvet. I was worn out. I needed some relief. I didn't perform well on this trip. My final stats, for 14 days, was an average win of $405 a day. Well below my average. Was there any thing I did wrong? Yes, there was. I was going back to my hotel room in early afternoon for a nap. Is that what old people do? I wasn't putting in the hours. Maybe I'm to old and soft. Maybe that's the way it is from here on out. I can't stay awake to put down an earn. But rest assured, kids, that I am banked up enough that I can get sleepy like I want to.

I blew Helena off. The last town on my route. I just wanted to get back home to Great Falls. Back to my bed. Where I know I can get some righteous sleep. Will I ever take road trip again? You bet your ass I will. I made money on my last road trip. I'll make money on my next road trip. I'm a money making son of a bitch. I don't need the money anymore. My second to youngest sister, Brenda, will be the inheritor.

I believe 20 shots says it all....