100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (TRICK PONIES) (c) 2017
I found my perfect woman. Found her at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. She is the woman of my dreams. The person who is my Spiritual Advisor, aka sponsor, is telling me it's doomed. HE IS WRONG!
... and study what his muted television is showing. It's that show The Bachlorette. All these men doing the most degrading things, like trick ponies, for the hot chick, One does push ups, another takes his shirt off and flexes his pecs, and one even does some silly dance. After each trick the camera zooms on her facial expressions.
"She kept explaining, 'You're so much better than him. We used to get into fights over the most silliest things. Like who was going to pay for dinner. I'd have to get him to pay only after begging and pleading. Than he'd bring up all the times I made him feel guilty. We would go all out during our fights. Once I had to hit him with a frying pan to keep him from choking me to death. My parents had to intervene. We both agreed to separate and get back together. Than, within a month he gets a live in girlfriend. And the strangest thing happened. We all became friends after that...'"
We were eating at the Clams and Claws in Long Beach. Outside was the sky was utmost beautiful. The shades of pink mixed with light blue and a darker blue took one passed the people in their cars going so fast to probably get no where at all raced passed each other on Highway 90. 90, ninety degrees. Both of us, Carmelita and I both being 90 degree turns equaling a 180-a change of our lives forever.
"Have you noticed." He pauses to peer into my eyes. Like he knows better than me. So damn condescending. I'm at my sponsors house. In a sub-level man cave- the walls are full recovery: pictures, slogans from recovery, outings, and group functions. Also there's a television mounted to the wall. It'll be my means of saving myself from getting brainwashed.
"I'm in love." I defend myself.
"In love uh? It's like when you were drinking. Remember that all you ever thought and talked about was drinking? Now all you talk about is her...." I zone him out and study what his muted television is showing. It's that show The Bachlorette. All these men doing the most degrading things, like trick ponies, for the hot chick, One does push ups, another takes his shirt off and flexes his pecs, and one even does some silly dance. After each trick the camera zooms on her facial expressions.
My Lo'Rd, real life can't be like this! I did a performance on the television brainwashing us. Called it Tell Me Vision. Click here to view it.
... and study what his muted television is showing. It's that show The Bachlorette. All these men doing the most degrading things, like trick ponies, for the hot chick, One does push ups, another takes his shirt off and flexes his pecs, and one even does some silly dance. After each trick the camera zooms on her facial expressions.
My Lo'Rd, real life can't be like this!
"She kept explaining, 'You're so much better than him. We used to get into fights over the most silliest things. Like who was going to pay for dinner. I'd have to get him to pay only after begging and pleading. Than he'd bring up all the times I made him feel guilty. We would go all out during our fights. Once I had to hit him with a frying pan to keep him from choking me to death. My parents had to intervene. We both agreed to separate and get back together. Than, within a month he gets a live in girlfriend. And the strangest thing happened. We all became friends after that...'"
We were eating at the Clams and Claws in Long Beach. Outside was the sky was utmost beautiful. The shades of pink mixed with light blue and a darker blue took one passed the people in their cars going so fast to probably get no where at all raced passed each other on Highway 90. 90, ninety degrees. Both of us, Carmelita and I both being 90 degree turns equaling a 180-a change of our lives forever.
"Have you noticed." He pauses to peer into my eyes. Like he knows better than me. So damn condescending. I'm at my sponsors house. In a sub-level man cave- the walls are full recovery: pictures, slogans from recovery, outings, and group functions. Also there's a television mounted to the wall. It'll be my means of saving myself from getting brainwashed.
"I'm in love." I defend myself.
"In love uh? It's like when you were drinking. Remember that all you ever thought and talked about was drinking? Now all you talk about is her...." I zone him out and study what his muted television is showing. It's that show The Bachlorette. All these men doing the most degrading things, like trick ponies, for the hot chick, One does push ups, another takes his shirt off and flexes his pecs, and one even does some silly dance. After each trick the camera zooms on her facial expressions.
My Lo'Rd, real life can't be like this! I did a performance on the television brainwashing us. Called it Tell Me Vision. Click here to view it.
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