OH,THANK GOD

Sometimes leaving a comment brings back a memory and a good story....this was a comment I left last week.
I had a paper route a long time ago.
There was a certain house that gave me a lot of trouble. Everytime I would try to throw the paper there, My arm would bang against the roof of my Van .

Hurt like hell, so I would have to roll the passenger window down and toss that way, but it always landed short. So i would have to get out of the Van and get the paper out of the gutter and throw it to the porch.

Anybody watching would see me go thru the same routine every night;
First, my hand would come out the drivers window and I'd stop myself because I didn't want to bang my arm.
Then I would roll the passenger window down and make a really lame toss that landed in the gutter.
Next I would get out and put the fucking paper on the porch.

Why I didn't just do that to begin with is a testament to my laziness.


I know this hasn't been the most exciting post you ever read, but It gets even more boring.


Sometimes, when I was really lazy, I'd go ahead on and make the toss out the drivers side window and every time I did that I'd scream in pain when My forearm slammed against the van.
It was impossible!


Then one night... Success at last!
I broke my arm, trying to make that toss!!!
Oh Thank God!
That was the end of that.
No more Paper Route!

Thanks Mike!

Also, I didn't realize when I posted this that it would be a perfect Dedication to Barbara, who fell and broke her hip yesterday. Go wish her well!

Update #2- I tell this story at NA Meetingfs sometimes. Its changed somewhat, because the reason I had the paper route in the first place was in hopes that I could use the money to buy more dope. It was insane, and by breaking my arm I found some relief from my addiction. For the addict it can take something that drastic to restore us to sanity.