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Addicts won't change unless they want to change. Doesn't matter what the substance is.
I agree. It's gets hard for me, I like to drink but I couldn't imagine needing to drink it not being able to not drink. I smoked for many years and that was tough to quit until I got hypnotized and never had a craving since, that was 13 years ago.
 
So mr. I'm all fixed cant even get to the bathroom by himself. Yet still thinks he is back to good as new.
 
I have three Fords I am working on. My old 85 van. My late FILs 99 pickup and the old 80 truck. The 80 is the closest to running. Will try to get back over to it tomorrow.
 
Back to the deer woods tomorrow, headed over to Reelfoot Lake Sunday for a 3 day duck hunt. Tuscoloosa first of February for a 3 day deer hunt. Life is good.
 
Any break throughs?
He signed up for an outpatient rehab but also started making excuses of how busy he will be when he gets out of the hospital. I made sure to let everyone know he had nothing going on.
 
Speaking of alcoholics, on my way home from house hunting in Prescott, I stopped by my Havasu house to check on things. On my way out, I stopped by one of my security guard's friend's house, who is named Bill, and saw his car and golf cart out front but nobody was home. I left and drove by my neighbor to say hi. He says, "Did you hear about Bill?" Of course I said no, and he advised he died on Thanksgiving night. He lost his girlfriend, his house and job, and decided to snuggle up to his friend Jack Daniels. Weds night a bunch of neighbors took him to the hospital, got 3 bags of "ringers", and demanded to go home. With severe DT's, he became violent so everyone left. He dialed "911" early Thanksgiving morning, but by the time paramedics got to his house, he was dead. This friend was only 56 years old. What a fucked way to end my trip.
 
Speaking of alcoholics, on my way home from house hunting in Prescott, I stopped by my Havasu house to check on things. On my way out, I stopped by one of my security guard's friend's house, who is named Bill, and saw his car and golf cart out front but nobody was home. I left and drove by my neighbor to say hi. He says, "Did you hear about Bill?" Of course I said no, and he advised he died on Thanksgiving night. He lost his girlfriend, his house and job, and decided to snuggle up to his friend Jack Daniels. Weds night a bunch of neighbors took him to the hospital, got 3 bags of "ringers", and demanded to go home. With severe DT's, he became violent so everyone left. He dialed "911" early Thanksgiving morning, but by the time paramedics got to his house, he was dead. This friend was only 56 years old. What a fucked way to end my trip.
Shitty day for sure. I'm hoping my buddy makes it a little longer
 
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