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I was just in the Piggly Wiggly picking up a few purchases. I got behind an elderly and completely stone deaf gentleman who was using his EBT (food stamp) card for the first time.

"Half of this stuff can't be paid with food stamps," the clerk apologetically told the man. "You can only buy food with food stamps."

He couldn't hear a damn thing she said. He just kept shaking his head in a yes manner.

I watched as the clerk had to void all of his nonfood items as he didn't have any other way to pay for them. I patiently waited and even offered to help until the manager could open up a new line. It would have been a socially phobic person's worst nightmare and I could feel the anxiety welling up inside of me with much sentiment for the elderly gentleman.

Mama! I Don't Want to Play Grownup Anymore...

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Mom called me this morning and asked me if I wanted my Cokes.

"I need your help, though," she told me kind of clandestinely not wanting to completely reveal her disability.

"I will be over there in 5 minutes tops," I replied to her as I donned a jacket and headed for my car.

The skies were threatening rain something fierce.

I arrived at their house and mom had left the back door open. Mom couldn't bend over to get the Cokes in a bag and needed my help.

"Get you some of those cigars while you're at it," my mother told me. "Your daddy bought a whole bag of them across the river last night."

I was telling her how I told my father this morning I needed to debit another gallon of milk and he balked telling me I was drinking too much milk. Mom escaped back to her bedroom and got me $5 dollars out of her purse to go buy milk with at the Piggly Wiggly.

Mom also got busy making me two pimento cheese sandwiches for lunch. The pimento cheese was from that same deli downtown where my father had gotten that delicious chicken salad. The sandwiches were delicious as soon as they got creamy upon reaching room temperature.

Dear Kind Nurses of the World! Thank You!

There really is a super bunch of healthcare professionals down at Kamath Medical where I get my injection. Dee Dee, Pat, and my nurse Rebecca got me in and out in no time flat this morning.

"How long have we been doing this?" I asked Dee Dee who was filling out my next appointment card.

"Oh Lordy!" Dee Dee exclaimed with a hearty chuckle. "You've been getting your injection here for at least 5 years."

"At least!" she emphasized further.

I scuppered on out of the medical center and headed to Valley Pharmacy just up the road a-ways. I gave my father my next appointment card and grabbed two Cokes out of the cooler -- my reward for a job well done.  With my medical obligations now fulfilled for another two weeks, I headed towards my nice, safe, and quiet home and the Magster.

Meals On Wheels...

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"Here is some roast beef hash and some cornbread Janice cooked tonight," Charlie said as we both stood at my open front door. "I've got Horsefly at the bowling alley so I have to run."

This was a complete surprise visit. Maggie was also barking so loudly that I almost couldn't hear Charlie speak over her raucous din.

"Has your daddy been by yet?" Charlie asked me as he headed to his Chevrolet across my front yard.

"I expect him any minute now Charlie," I replied to him reassuringly.

"You can then take your medications and then go to bed," Charlie told me kindly.

Soon, my father came slowly pulling up in front of my house to Maggie's elation. I refrained from eating just yet for reasons you all must know by now. It subdues and lessens the kick I receive when I am fully medicated. I will chow down when 10:45pm arrives.

Dad was exhausted from the past few days dealing with my mother's cataract surgery. I reminded him that my crazy med injection is in the morning and for him to please call me around 8am to make sure I am up and going. I've been sleeping to noon most days. I am setting my alarm clock as well.

Eyesight is a Blessing...

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Mom had her cataract surgery yesterday on her left eye. I stopped by the hospital late yesterday afternoon to check on her. They were getting her ready to go home much to my father's relief. Mom seemed in a chipper mood and in good spirits. She said she felt no pain during the surgery even though she was awake for the procedure (that must've been uncomfortable). The Secretary gets excited about doctor's appointments, examinations, and surgeries so she was in her element yesterday.

I just called my father's cellphone and they were on their way back down the interstate to Auburn for a post-op follow-up visit with the doctor. I was hoping to get my sodas before they left. Close, but no cigar as that old saying goes. I ambled down to the Circle K on the corner to get a few Mountain Dew Baja Blast sodas to tide me over. Those sodas sure do have a kick with good taste to boot.

Holy Galaxies Batman!

You Know What Makes Me Happy?

I've watched Star Wars: The Force Awakens about 5 times now. I am so proud of Carrie Fisher and the role she played in the film. She has turned out to be a beautiful older woman. She's struggled with addiction and weight gain for years and years like me, and I was glad she could pull it all together and participate in this latest film.

Part Time Work...

It is tentative, but I've been putting out feelers about part time work today. I have visited several stores around the Valley inquiring about employment.  I can work with disability. I just have to keep the money I make under a certain level and there won't be any penalties. I want a menial, simple job with little responsibility like stocking shelves for a few hours every morning and then going home.

The only catch? I have to have a valid copy of my driver's license.  Dad keeps it away from me just for this very reason. Originally, it was to deter visits to the pawn shop years ago when I first quit drinking.

The manager at Family Dollar and Fred's Super Dollar said they'd both put me to work in the morning if I just had a valid copy of my license to drive. The manager at McDonald's told me to apply online.

I have a copy of my license, but it expired in 2011. I do have a copy of my social security card so we are halfway there. I also have a copy of my birth certificate that my ex-wife gave me. Maybe I can get a new license down at the office in Opelika.

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Do you eat it warm? What does he put in it?

Gittermom, it is best served while it is warm. It has all kinds of good stuff like celery seeds, crumbled fried bacon, mayonnaise, and vinegar. It is really tangy and delicious.

The Marvelous Mars Curiosity Rover...

When you picture these Mars rovers of late, you think they are small little agile mobile robots, but they are actually huge and larger than a car! Look how it dwarfs the scientists and engineers preparing it for launch.

Watch Out! The Germans Are Coming!

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Dad is currently in the kitchen cooking cube steak and gravy, butterbeans, and German potato salad. His German potato salad is some of the best I have ever eaten.

"I'll save you a plate for later," my father told me.

"Put me a bunch of potato salad on my plate!"

He laughed at my excitement and enthusiasm.

I just left my parents house after taking my medications early. It is just one of those days that happen from time to time when dealing with a mental illness. I needed some early TLC and my father didn't balk when I asked for some.

The Secretary started me a grocery list that she is going to give to my father when he leaves heading to my house tonight. Most of the things on that list are what I talked about in my previous post.

Just Do It!

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I had one left over fried chicken breast to last me until tonight and grocery time. I determinedly drove to the Piggly Wiggly to get some cereal and milk. I have learned to just buy it and worry about the repercussions later. It is my money after all and I was very hungry. I am tired of being a pussy about all that and my overbearing father,

Well, I got a gallon of whole milk and a large box of Kellogg's frosted flakes. I walked up front to check out and there was not a clerk in sight. I must've waited at least ten minutes until I heard a very young female voice say, "Honey? You ready to check out?"

"Yes ma'am," I replied with my Southern etiquette.

A cute looking little post high school brunette with stylish glasses rung me up and I was on my way.

"Sorry for making you wait," the girl said as I was leaving.

I just smiled and left the store. I was never good at conflict and derision. I got home and had a bowl of cereal while Maggie watched me eat it. It was one of the best bowls of frosted flakes I have ever eaten. I love that the milk gets sweet and then you can slurp it out of the bowl.

Grocery Day Ruminations...

I am craving Cheez-Its today. A big family sized box costs over $6 dollars, but I think I am going to ahead, spend the money, and get one tonight.  You know I will have to get my breakfast foods. I will also get cereal and milk which is my obsession at the moment. The Kroger brand frosted flakes taste sweeter than the Kellogg's version which is interesting to me. Kroger also has 10 cans of Chef Boyardee on sale for $10. I think I will pick up 10 cans of spaghetti and meatballs tonight to help stretch my budget a little farther.

Maggie Says, "Don't forget me!"

My father arrived at 9:10pm just after dusk. Hours after he left to go get our meals. I was almost going to call him and find out what was taking so long. I got worried he had been in a car accident or something similarly serious.

"Where is your daddy? Has he arrived yet?" mom kept calling me and asking me. "I am about to starve to death."

Mom knows very well not to call my father and hurry him along. It would make him angry.

So, the Magster got her usual chicken wing deboned and is one happy pups. I have yet to eat mine as I am waiting on my crazy meds to soak in which will be a little after 10pm.

"Mom? Dad has left here and is headed your way," I called and said to a very relieved parent.

Mom thanked me profusely for calling her and letting her know. She said she was at her "wit's end".

Oh dear lord! He Insinuated a Late Visit...

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I drove over to get my diet Cokes for the day.  I had called my father and told him I was on my way. I was miffed when I couldn't get anybody to the door. I soon found out that dad was sitting on the side porch talking on his cellphone. Mom was sound asleep in the bed.

"Dad!" I hollered as I walked around the side of the house after knocking numerous times and ringing the doorbell.

I could hear my father talking.

I had left my keyring with their house key at home as well which would have really simplified matters.

Dad met me in the kitchen with my Cokes and a canister of chicken salad with a Ziploc bag full of Ritz crackers.

"That chicken salad was delicious," I told him after I arrived home and had eaten. "Did you make it? Maggie sure agrees with me!"

"I bought it at the new deli downtown," my father replied. "I will have to get you some more."

"That tasted just like your homemade chicken salad," I told him. "Well, I will see you and Charlie tonight."

"It is going to be awhile," my father warned me.

Well, that sounded foreboding and ominous. I didn't dare ask how long, though. It can't be that long, though, as Horsefly will get in a stir.

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Charlie arrived this morning about 9:30am. I was laying in the bed when Maggie started whining and jumped off the bed to fly into the den. I slept in the front bedroom last night and could see Charlie's car pulled up to the curb. I hurriedly pulled on some shorts and met him at my front door just as he was beginning to knock. Charlie made another joke about his hair and then hurried along to take care of all his other deliveries. Charlie is a true blessing.

Marie's Magic Meatloaf...

This is what I had for lunch -- a slightly freezer burned Marie Calendar's meat loaf meal turned into meatloaf sandwiches. It wasn't half bad. I was so hungry that even the Magster was starting to look delicious. lol

I also just got back from getting my six pack of diet Cokes for the day. I put them in the freezer to quickly chill and the first drink was ice cold and heavenly. Mom was very kind today and put three Chef Boyardee beefaroni "microwave bowls" in with my drinks. I will cook them each for 5 minutes and then let them cool until they are edible.

I am looking forward to the morning when Charlie will be bringing Maggie and I three of these biscuits.

Expect the Worst and Hope for the Best...

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Dad didn't arrive until 11pm last night for the medication ritual. I was afraid to call him as he doesn't like my mother and I "keeping up with his business". Flying through my brain was the thought that he had way too much to drink at dinner and got pulled over for a DUI on his way to my house. I always expect the worst and hope for the best.

When that black Honda pulled up front at eleven, Maggie went absolutely crazy. She had about given up on Papa. She had watched every car pass my house for at least two hours only to whimper when it was not my father. I, too, was relieved that he was okay. I was as overjoyed to see him as much as Maggie.

To his credit, dad did bring me a double quarter pounder and cheese value meal. I ate my very delicious and meaty hamburger and crispy fries while they were still warm and promptly went to bed as it was getting way past my usual bedtime of 11pm.

I got dressed in my normal sleeping gear which is a very soft and white cotton t-shirt and plaid boxer shorts. I then turned the air conditioning down to 76°. "Sweet dreams," was the last thing I  said to Maggie as she lay at the foot of the bed as I got situated in my covers and I promptly went sound asleep about the time my head hit the pillow.

It Was Time for a Polar Pop...

As the time ticks towards my father's arrival, I found myself standing in line at the corner Circle K. Boy, was it busy tonight. Everybody in the Valley was buying gas, beer, cigarettes, and snacks this evening.

I had scraped up some change and a few dollars and was buying two 32oz polar pop drinks and three Big Mama hot pickled sausages. I hurried through this process as I was afraid I would miss dad's late evening arrival for the medication ritual.

Sometimes, I have a little trouble with moderation and promptly ate two sausages when I got home. I am an all or nothing kind of guy and it is my Achilles Heel. My mouth was on fire as a consequence. They are an acquired taste, but I love them. I was taunting the old heartburn monster that these kinds of foods can induce. Especially, the Sobe citrus drinks of which I got two without ice. One went in the fridge to be consumed when I take my medications. Those drinks are such a treat.

I had almost forgotten that my parents are eating out tonight with friends -- an older couple they've become acquainted with. It might be 10pm before my father arrives and I am not being pessimistic. I feel like I am in the army -- hurry up and wait. Miracles could happen tonight if they bring me a to-go meal.

Stiff Upper Lip as the Brits Say...

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Sometimes I get discouraged with how my life is going -- not often, but I did today. I got the third degree from my father this morning just asking for a gallon of milk as he was going to the grocery store. I am 44 years old and still having to grovel for a measly $2.77 gallon of milk.

"You just need to better plan your meals and food situation as Helen isn't coming back," my father told me brusquely.

Evoke Auschwitz Mantra...

Then I think, "You know what? You've got a pretty good life so you shouldn't complain."

I have absolutely no control over my father in what he says and does and I should take it all with a grain of salt.

It is also just a matter of perspective. There are millions upon millions of people on this good Earth who would trade places with me in a heartbeat and put up with little setbacks like this morning and the milk fiasco. I am blessed beyond measure.

I kept my composure and told my father that I am going to have to buy more groceries if Helen isn't coming back. I'm not doing anything different than I have for years now. Helen's meal today would feed me two days and then I would have Sunday morning biscuits and Sunday night fried chicken to hold me over till Monday and grocery day.

Well, I Got the Engine Looking a Little Better...

Review of Phantasy Star...

Phantasy Star
Genre: RPG
Year Released: 1988

Why You Need It: Is there any Master System game more revered than Phantasy Star? This epic role-playing game pre-dated Final Fantasy's North American arrival by two years and Dragon Warrior by one, making it the first big exposure to a hardcore Japanese RPG for audiences here. Compared to many RPGs of the era, defined by games like King's Quest and Ultima, Phantasy Star was revelation. The Master System, consistently proving itself to be technologically superior to the NES when in the hands of a capable developer, provided fertile ground for an adventure spanning three planets and dozens of hours. As you gathered up a party to avenge the death of tour brother, you engaged in hundreds of turn-based battles against large, colorful enemies. The overworld maps were lavishly detailed. The game is easy to play and understand, definitely more so than some of the esoteric RPGs that flooded in its wake on the NES.

Japanese commercial for Phantasy Star.

Phantasy Star was not a cheap game for the Master System. Toys R Us sold it for almost $80 when it debuted since the cart had more memory as well as battery back-up. It was almost a dare to gamers. If you were fortunate enough to score Phantasy Star in 1988, though, you were gifted with the doorway to an incredible escape. The game is not exactly cheap to find now, either. But if you want to have any sort of respectable Master System collection, you absolutely must start here. Otherwise, you're just painting over rust.

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Would You Want Me Even if I am Not Myself?

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I was sitting in my parent's den this morning. Mom left the back door open signaling she was receiving visitors. The Secretary and I were both up early today and I was getting my sodas. Dad was at work I am sure busily filling prescriptions. Tuesdays and Thursdays are his days to work.

"Let's go get a Chocolate shake," my mother told me anxiously.

My father forbade my mother to ever drive on Hwy. 29 again.

"Go on downstairs to the portico and I will pick you up down there," I said, happy to oblige.

"I am really scatterbrained this morning," I told my mother as we had to wait on red light after red light in downtown West Point.

"Then we shouldn't have gone," my mother worrisomely told me apologetically. "I hate you're not feeling well."

"I don't feel that bad," I said in reiteration and clarification. "I just feel really weird to say the least. Sometimes weird can be a good thing for those of us who like to feel abnormal and out of the ordinary."

Mom offered me three Xanax, but I refused and we were soon at Sonic enjoying our chocolate shakes. The Xanax just would've just made me sleepy and out of it in a bad way. I have to be really careful what I say to my mother and do as well as it will surely get back to my father. Mom is like a leaky faucet on those regards.

And the Dastardly Deed is Done...

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My mother called me last hour telling me my father wants us to go ahead and take my medications. He has my nephew's baseball game in Alex City to attend and that is about a 45 minute drive away. I was at my parent's house in 5 minutes flat.

"We're doing the medication time dance," I said like a silly soul as I walked into the den.

Mom and dad both smiled. My mother even let out a chuckle.

"Yeah! Yeah! You look like medications," my father told me going into feel good police mode.

Dad was so dogged tired this afternoon, though. He looked haggard to say the least. Sometimes, he can do too much and it wears him down. He is 70 years old as you must know and so remarkable for his age.

We took my medications and I headed the way home.

Mom did ask me if I would take her to Sonic for a chocolate milkshake.

"I better not drive after taking all these medications," I told her. "They make me feel woozy. We'll go tomorrow night."

Sonic milkshakes are half off after 8pm if you find that useful.

Blown About on the Winds of Chance...

Will my father bring my medications by on my parent's drive back from Auburn and the eye doctor? Only time will tell. My very altruistic mother would bring me lunch as well and an extra few pills to take. A part of me says wait until tonight, but the reckless side of me wants them now. I only want to feel better, but there is a steep price to pay either way. I sleep so much better when I take them at night, but the withdrawal can be acute come late afternoon like I fear will happen today.

George and His Lady Friend...

George has this cute, older lady staying with him at the moment. He has been a very busy soul staying on the road in his car going various places. I think they just left to go out to eat.

To be honest, I don't know if she is George's daughter, ex-wife, or a girlfriend. I just know this visitor has kept him busier lately than the whole previous year beforehand.

I was just outside cleaning my Honda's engine and George scared me by saying "Hello, Bud!" I turned quickly to see George standing nearby.

"Hey George," I said gleefully, glad to see him.

"I didn't know you could wash your engine like that," he said to me.

"You're supposed to waterproof your distributor cap before starting, but I don't go to all that trouble," I replied. "I am gambling with the chance that water doesn't get past the seal."

Later, I will go outside after all the water has dried up and spray it with Armor-All to make it look almost new and shiny.

An 8-Bit Game of Drama...

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So I beat the original 8-bit Phantasy Star for the Sega Master System. Now, I will be moving on to the 16-bit Phantasy Star II for the Sega Genesis gaming system. I am trying to play the games in the order of when they were published. There were four games in the series. The original Phantasy Star was a really fun game to have been published in 1988 with such rudimentary graphics and sound. I would have been a junior in high school when it was published. At the time, I was too busy and interested in my Chevelle and girls to play video games.

An Eye for an Eye...

I have just got home from getting my sodas. My father and mother soon left for Auburn to my mother's appointment with an ophthalmologist to get ready for cataract removal from her eyes. It is no coincidence that Charlie had cataracts removed last month and now my mother now needs the same treatment. I hate to say it, but my mother is a little bit of a hypochondriac. She constantly has doctors appointments. I told my father the other day that my mother is a health insurance company's worst nightmare come true.

We're at the Crest and Downhill We Go!

Look what I scored today! They had a few "as is" performance mx "scratch and dent" mice and we only had to pay $49.99. They normally sell for $99 bucks. Mine needed a new rechargeable battery and I remedied that easily with an Energizer rechargeable I had on hand and it recharges just fine plugged into a USB port on the back of my computer.

Mom was thrilled to get her books this morning as well. She truly was like a kid at Christmas experiencing great joy at the new editions to her library. She was eager to start a new book tonight before bed.

"The book got glowing reviews!" she told me as she coveted it in her hands.

We grabbed some chocolate shakes at Sonic and headed back home. I detoured from the norm and also ordered a bacon, egg, and cheese toaster sandwich.

Now, it is the long wait for Papa to get here. I was glad to see Maggie stirring a moment ago as she has slept all day.  Hopefully, she will give my father a jubilant welcome home instead of just a half-assed bark and a yawn when he arrives.

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9:20pm

Despite my deepest fears which were unfounded, Maggie gave my father much regalia to fit any grand or royal entrance. She's the princess of Maratouse and Mauritania after all. She was looking out the windows as my father pulled up in his Honda and she yelped for sheer joy and rushed to the door. Gosh, I love that dog and she loves me back unconditionally. The Maggins sure loves Papa, Nana, and Charlie, too!

Lord Have Mercy On My Soul...

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Mom called me last night just as I was preparing to go to bed. Maggie was already curled up in her spot on the covers as it was rather chilly in the house -- a perfect sleeping temperature. I was blow drying my hair after my nightly shower and almost didn't hear the phone ring. It rang once and that could only be my mother. I called her right back.

"Can we go to the bookstore in the morning?" mom asked me very sheepishly. "Nine of my books have arrived."

"Let's leave about 9:30am," I told her. "I will be glad to take you."

Mom profusely thanked me for going on such a short notice. I made aspersions to obtaining a new keyboard and mouse combo (more hoarding) from Best Buy next door to Books-A-Million. It is the Mecca for technology obsessed techies like me. Half of all the keyboards and mice I have were funded by my mother on similar trips. I would really like another Logitech Performance MX mouse (pictured), but they are $100.

"We'll see," my mother replied with much apprehension in her voice. "I'm already spending $250 dollars on books."

I didn't grovel or beg. We are also planning on getting chocolate shakes for our drive back to the Valley.

Engaged to a Sun Maid...

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As the cute and demure looking black lady was ringing us up by grabbing items off the conveyor belt, my father turned to me and told me I managed to do all my shopping in under 20 minutes. It was a new record.

Let's hope this week's groceries will last me to next Monday. We spent $71 dollars tonight and the only reason it was over $70 is that my father insistently added name brand raisin bread to my cart. He hoped I would like it with my peanut butter that was already in the cart. It certainly will make a delicious snack or quick breakfast.

Another great expense this week was that our Kroger was out of their brand of frosted flakes (our Kroger is always out of something you need) and I had to get the Kellogg's brand with Tony the Tiger on the box. I got 3 boxes at $3.99 each.

Solo We Go!

My father said tonight that he is soon going to hand the reigns to me as far as shopping goes.

"Just bring me the receipt and no funny business," he said with a goodhearted smirk.

Being the crazy old coot I am, I'm going to miss him going along with me. Grocery buying was a great father and son bonding moment for us both.

May 9th Grocery Ruminations...

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I find myself once again longing and hungry for frosted flakes and whole milk this week. I love how the milk gets all sweet and tasty, and I love the texture of those crunchy flakes. I will be getting three big bags of cereal tonight. Each bag has 26 servings or so they say. They just haven't met me.

I only purchased two measly gallons of milk last week and sorely missed the extra two gallons I normally get. Since we are on the subject of dairy products, I want to get two large bottles of the International Delight hazelnut coffee creamer for my milk as well. That last item is so expensive, though, and really eats into my budget.

Maggie's eye infection has about cleared up (thank goodness), but I still plan on getting some more tapioca or vanilla pudding to finish off these last few rounds of antibiotics. Let's nip it in the bud as Deputy Fife would say.

I won't be cooking this week and will rely on mostly frozen meals. I can make the biggest mess in the kitchen when I cook things like my spaghetti and meat sauce. I have to admit my father is right about this much to my chagrin.

Colonel Be Gone!

I just wasn't in the mood for fried chicken last night.  I ate a few bites of a breast piece and then put it back in the box. The chicken was extra greasy last night and already lukewarm when I received my box.

Evoke Auschwitz Mantra...

I am not ungrateful at all.  It's just that I get chicken almost every week and long for some variety. It's my own fault. I just try to make things easier on my father and Charlie by ordering chicken. Mom flies in the face of convention and always gets Wendy's.

I did tear apart a wing piece and that was Maggie's supper. I just had to make sure there weren't any chicken bones in what I gave her. I've read and heard horror stories of dogs getting chicken bones lodged in their intestinal tracts. The Magster was certainly hungry last night. She ate all her chicken and then ate a big old honking bowl of her Purina One.

Let me tell you something about the Magster. About a week ago, I gave her a biscuit which she promptly buried it in the backyard. Well, Maggie came sauntering back inside the other night with that week old biscuit in her mouth dirt and all. It was slimy, black, and green and she still didn't hesitate to eat it. I threw up in my mouth a little bit after witnessing that.

Final Boss...

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I was fighting the final boss in Phantasy Star when I heard Charlie pull up to my curb. The Caprica makes a very distinctive noise. Maggie just went nuts. Thankfully, I could pause the game mid-battle. Fried chicken and Charlie is more important than beating Lassic (the final boss) any day.

"The fried chicken man is here!" Charlie exclaimed, laughing as he walked across my yard.

Charlie's hair was blowing about wildly in the wind as usual. I told him we are going to get him a toupee and some super glue to which he chuckled.

"Now dammit! I was born bald," Charlie said jesting.

Heir Charlie was also the bearer of my many medications as well. I was so glad to see him and the Magster was, too! I can get lonely in this little house by myself all day. Dad says that is a good sign that I am recovering. I never got lonely when I was drinking. John Barleycorn was my best friend.

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PipeTobacco said...

Sir:

Your medications give you a pleasant kick in the head? Do you feel like when drunk? Or like after a real good bowl of pipe tobacco? Or is it different?

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Pipe, I hesitate to answer publically as it gets the addiction and feel good police all stirred up. That said, I get this nice butterfly feeling in my gut and my head gets buzzy and fuzzy like after having a few beers. It is quite a pleasant experience to say the least. The effects are pronounced enough to where I would hesitate to drive for quite a few hours after taking them. The medications also take effect almost in exactly an hour. I also get a fleeting moment of euphoria about an hour after getting my injection as well. I wish it would last all day!

Sir? Please Wait One Hour Before Embibing...

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Well, the drug dealer has come and gone -- good ole Johnny Otis pharmacist extraordinaire. Those chili dogs smell so heavenly delicious and enticing sitting on the back of my piano, but I have to wait one hour before partaking. It can be the longest hour of my life it seems as I am starving. We wouldn't want any medicinal accidents by consuming mass quantities of food because it blunts their effectiveness. I don't get that kick in the pants I so enjoy.

Dad actually went all out tonight with homemade chili and he grilled the Hebrew National frankfurters as well. I was also so relieved that he put two franks on my plate for my Maggins. The Magster and I both will eat well tonight. Dad also brought me a whole bag of potato chips -- a snack I have a hard time resisting. They are greasy, salty, and just plain good. He said they ran out of french fries.