honea byrne

"...humility comes from the Latin word humus which means dirt. 'So you're in the right place to find out who you really are. As well as learn more about the Loh'Rd.'"   PREVIOUSLY: The love of his life moved away and he got fired. After losing his job, he goes to a temporary labor job agency (Labor Needs). He thinks he's hit an all time low. Merely days ago he had a job that paid him over $50,000 a year. Labor Needs pays $60.00 a day after taxes. ____________________________________________________________________ My life is over I need to get used to this fact. All those good days are gone. I am one of the dregs of society now. I need to accept this. Like the big book of AA says, Acceptance is the Answer to all my problems… “Workers.” The loud speaker. The room full of about fifty of us gets silent. “Waste World.” A lot of us get disgruntled. Their sentiments are, “I ain’t taking that.”  “I woke up for this bull shit.”  “Th

He needed money desperately after getting fired from his job. He hasn't heard from his girl in three days that seem like a month.  "So what was your fall from grace?" I showed up there at the Labor Needs (24 hour waged) job facility at five thirty in the morning. There were about thirty people there. I filled out the job application. From some of the questions asked I thought this was the bottom of the barrel (this is where you go to get money when you have no place else to go). The chances of pay are probably more favorable then panhandling or begging for money. In a distance I heard some one talking about how they get $50. dollars a day from donating blood at the plasma center. The questions supported my thoughts that this was the bottom of the barrel. Questions like "Have you ever committed a felony?" "Have you ever stolen from an employer?""How many days a week do you take recreational drugs?"-that one had a scale of 0 to 7 days a wee

The main character didn't drink after losing his job over obsessing over his girlfriend-although he doesn't see himself being obsessed. Now he sits with his sponsor from AA to try to figure out how to get his life back on track. We sit across from each other at The Waffle house on Highway 90. The sun's going down. Almost blinding it is. "You know you would have been much better off going to a strip club or and a prostitute," he jokes. Those were the first words out of my sponsors mouth. I need guidance. I need him to tell me what to do. I have to get out of here. There is no help for me. My eyes or filled with tears about to fall. I didn't take that drink. Wish I would have just to distract me from the doom I'm in now. "How spiritual would that be." I scorn. He lets out a long sigh, "Are you familiar with page 69 in the AA text?" "Of course I am," I can't remember-I lied. "What do I do now?" "Yo

He just left the alcoholics anonymous meeting for the bar to drown his sorrows. Before he does... “They say, not sure who…anyways, they say, ‘…The LohRd will give you what you need…all you have to do is take it. It is about the choices we take from the opportunities God gives us. All comes down to free will. Kind of anyway.’ …and they also say that demons come in the number of divinity; like sevens and three’.” Funny the stuff you hear in bars.  That’s some kinda drunk discussing life with another drunk at the table behind me. Well I reckon that’s why they call the stuff we pour in our glasses here “ Spirits.” Reminds me of what they say blocks down the road, “A body full of booze and a mind full of AA.” Do I really want to do this? “Hey buddy.” I look at the bar tender again. She’s gotta be in her late twenties. They got smart and put pretty chicks as bartenders so they get more business. ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO SAID THEY WANTED TO HELP AREN’T EVEN CALLING ME NOW. “Yea