Posted by verne on April 26, 2006, at 19:37:46
I did some gardening, mowed the lawn, got a little hot, and thought it was miller time. I invited my southern baptist preacher - turned zen meditator friend over for a few brewskis on the patio.
He's depressed, his son is militantly gay and he was counting on grandkids. I'm depressed for no reason. We keep interrupting each other to say what failures we are as parents. "No, I'm a failure".
I have no problem with the gay son and, in fact, my friend with the gay son used to think *I* was gay. (I'm not) Over the years he used to make lots of gay jokes which made me cringe and now, of all things, his son is gay.
Anyway, I try to help him put the situation into perspective. I've always been a kind of gay sympathizer but I turned out hopelessly straight in the end.
I'm really bummed out. I know I don't console others when they are bummed out. I just don't know how I can help by way of internet chat.
I read about the plane crash, the post about losing friends, roommates and just didn't have anything to say. I do read other posts, just running on empty.
If I get tired of playing online poker, I'll come back and find a way to get myself blocked - most likely. I'll be over at pogo.com under the moniker, "XyzkQuibbleMoth" (I just cancelled that silly subscription, runs out May 1st) playing high stakes texas holdem.
I have no excuse for the drinking but I'm feeling such Peace and Love - that's not all beer, geez, I've only had three. Maybe it's the cypress mulch talking. I get high sniffing mulch and hamster cage litter.
Ich bin ein Wurm.
verne
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