Part 2 down and dirty
I have to break up this post, because I don't know about you, but I find that my posts on Blogit disappear. The print just crawls up some place and disappears and I never feel like rewriting what I just wrote so now I will do it in increments. Being an alcoholic/addict means stealing your own mother's 40th wedding anniversary gift from her husband, my father, a jeweled necklace just to pawn for wine and drugs. My parents have mostly always been good to me. Sure they raised me when they were in... Sign in to see full entry.