Wednesday, August 20, 2008



Guess this could be called a DROG, my own word for "DRunk-Log"?

The BEETLES sang it best:

...all my troubles seemed so far away,
...as I returned from comatose;
...and I began to breathe again."

As I slept the sleep only known by the drugged, my tent was blowing around--like the stuff outside is right now, in T.S. FAY--and there I lay, fairly oblivious to nature's godly powerful forces all about. I was awakened from this deep, deep drunken stupor--into which I had poured myself--by terribly frightening (to me) noises of growling, crying, and hissing sounds VERY close by. When my eyes began to focus, I saw this MONSTER, this horribly ugly head, about the size of a football, mouth wide open, snorting, snarling, and...and, what? of all things...CRYING! I was lying there on the tent floor, looking into the gaping mouth of a--seemingly--giant sea turtle, a real live nesting-straining-and-egg-laying Loggerhead!

A week later I was told that she likely did her nesting every YEAR on the very spot I had carefully (Ha!) chosen to erect (Ha!) my tent.. (Sorry for the "Ha's", they express better than ever I could). So, I did what ANY normal, sane human would do in this scary situation--reach beside me for my bottle of Early Times 86 proof! What else? After a few swigs from my bottle, I might better deal with these events. The turtle kept on huffing and puffing, as if I was not there. Finally, she left, dragging her hefty body over the few feet of remaining sandy beach, to water's edge.

That turtle must have been thinking..."I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky...." --from: SEA FEVER, by John Masefield

Again safe, hurting (in real pain: bottoms of my feet shredded and bloody, now becoming infected), weary mentally and physically--called 'bone tired'--I "made a decision" to put some calories into my body, and so I opened a couple beers, and chased down each swallow of the Golden Brew with my favorite 'wonder drug' of the moment, vodka.

Please note that my answer to ANY question, ANY situation, ANY happening, ANY prayer event...was to become annihilated with my drug, alcohol. It was my answer for anything and everything. Alcohol had become my GOD. Drinking had become my way of life, the only life I would know--for eight more years.

This ten-day period of my life needs ONE MORE Blog to complete.--it just became much too lengthy to finish today. Hope you will be back Thursday, for the finale! Its Title: MY DEPRESSION: The Saddest Day of My Life, and it's not too lengthy -grin-
Steve E.


Lou said...

Maybe the turtle was thinking"this guy reeks of alcohol".
You were a crazy alkie! Can't wait for the rest of the story steve'o-caruso.

Syd said...

I'm glad that it wasn't a snapping turtle, one of those big ones that hiss. You are a Skink like character for sure.

~Tyra~ said...

Can't wait to hear the rest of your story.

Mary Christine said...

Oh, the things we do.