I’ll give the writing down thing a shot, but I’ve done it before, and it usually ends at sports. The one thing I know about myself is that I love competition. That could be key for my recovery, or maybe a curse.
I love bowling too, mainly because I love to try to win, or just try to get strikes. Really enjoy working to perfect my roll, and things like picking up spares. My dead homie and I used to bowl every night for a while. We did get fcked up, and hammer down pitchers, but the most fun we had was trying to beat each other.
I miss him. He was a big part of me doing dumb shit, but with him I always had a partner in crime. His parents forbid me from coming to any of his services when he died. Fcked up shit to put all the blame on me, instead of looking at what role they had in his death, or just understanding that he made his own choices, and I didn’t force him to do a damn thing. I don’t mind taking the blame, but I never got the closure that everyone else did by being able to see him be put to rest. Still not sure what effect it has had on me. Haven’t cried about it, and got over it pretty quick.
Wish I could get into golf since I’m down here, but I’m just not good enough to have fun, plus it makes me want to drink. Same with fishing. I suck at it, but I do love it because I can just chill on the water and pound drinks. Maybe I can just get rid of the pounding drinks part. The water is peaceful.
I just have no one to do any of these things with. My MAT therapist is huge on fishing, and outdoors stuff. They have a mens group that I can join, and they do shit like that. I just don’t really get along with the guy. He just gets on my nerves. Not good at what he does, at least to me, and just something off about the guy. Plus he loves Star Wars, so we’re just two dudes that would never be friends in the real world. I think I do better with female therapists for the most part
Maybe it’s because I’m a momma’s boy, and grew up with mostly girls. No brother, just an older sister, and all my cousins near my age were girls. I was basically an only child as my sister was out of the house by the time I turned 10, so we’ve never really been close. She never had to deal with the hell that I endured when it came to my parents relationship, and all the abuse around me.
No real male influences in my life. Check that. No real good male influences in my life. I’m sure that’s part of why I take care of my homies when they roll with me. 50/50 for anything I get is what I always do. I just like to take care of whoever is by my side. This leads to people taking advantage, but I’m not even mad. I’d rather be good to people, and help them out when I can, than sit back and just keep everything to myself. It kills my money, my supply, and then I’m banking on them to hit me back, but it is what it is.
Bowling might be perfect. It’s competitive, cheap, and you can play whenever. Good way to meet friends, and have sober fun. I won’t be bothered if people are drinking around me, and I think I’m safe on any crack being smoked in front of me. I just need to find better people to hang out with. Unfortunately, I think Daytona ain’t the place for that. Plus, it’ll just be old folks bowling, I’m sure.
This place is a dump. I was looking for a favor tonight. Nothing crazy, but down here it was gonna cost me 7 dollars for something simple. Unreal to me. This place is devoid of humanity. It’s killed or be killed here, and if I can’t make a dollar off you, then fck off. It’s like that anywhere, but you can find good people usually. Everyone is trying to hustle down here. I really gotta get out of here. I don’t belong here.
I love bowling too, mainly because I love to try to win, or just try to get strikes. Really enjoy working to perfect my roll, and things like picking up spares. My dead homie and I used to bowl every night for a while. We did get fcked up, and hammer down pitchers, but the most fun we had was trying to beat each other.
I miss him. He was a big part of me doing dumb shit, but with him I always had a partner in crime. His parents forbid me from coming to any of his services when he died. Fcked up shit to put all the blame on me, instead of looking at what role they had in his death, or just understanding that he made his own choices, and I didn’t force him to do a damn thing. I don’t mind taking the blame, but I never got the closure that everyone else did by being able to see him be put to rest. Still not sure what effect it has had on me. Haven’t cried about it, and got over it pretty quick.
Wish I could get into golf since I’m down here, but I’m just not good enough to have fun, plus it makes me want to drink. Same with fishing. I suck at it, but I do love it because I can just chill on the water and pound drinks. Maybe I can just get rid of the pounding drinks part. The water is peaceful.
I just have no one to do any of these things with. My MAT therapist is huge on fishing, and outdoors stuff. They have a mens group that I can join, and they do shit like that. I just don’t really get along with the guy. He just gets on my nerves. Not good at what he does, at least to me, and just something off about the guy. Plus he loves Star Wars, so we’re just two dudes that would never be friends in the real world. I think I do better with female therapists for the most part
Maybe it’s because I’m a momma’s boy, and grew up with mostly girls. No brother, just an older sister, and all my cousins near my age were girls. I was basically an only child as my sister was out of the house by the time I turned 10, so we’ve never really been close. She never had to deal with the hell that I endured when it came to my parents relationship, and all the abuse around me.
No real male influences in my life. Check that. No real good male influences in my life. I’m sure that’s part of why I take care of my homies when they roll with me. 50/50 for anything I get is what I always do. I just like to take care of whoever is by my side. This leads to people taking advantage, but I’m not even mad. I’d rather be good to people, and help them out when I can, than sit back and just keep everything to myself. It kills my money, my supply, and then I’m banking on them to hit me back, but it is what it is.
Bowling might be perfect. It’s competitive, cheap, and you can play whenever. Good way to meet friends, and have sober fun. I won’t be bothered if people are drinking around me, and I think I’m safe on any crack being smoked in front of me. I just need to find better people to hang out with. Unfortunately, I think Daytona ain’t the place for that. Plus, it’ll just be old folks bowling, I’m sure.
This place is a dump. I was looking for a favor tonight. Nothing crazy, but down here it was gonna cost me 7 dollars for something simple. Unreal to me. This place is devoid of humanity. It’s killed or be killed here, and if I can’t make a dollar off you, then fck off. It’s like that anywhere, but you can find good people usually. Everyone is trying to hustle down here. I really gotta get out of here. I don’t belong here.