Simon Darkshade
Mysterious City of Gold
This next day will be very hard. August 4 is a very painful birthday/anniversary for me, so I am already way down. I've had dark nights of the soul before, but this is shaping to be the grandaddy of them all.
This is when everything is focused and brought to a fore, but I can't see myself drinking, or even leaving the room. I'm just going to try and distract myself by talking here, and watching cricket, but it will probably not work. For a wannabe hardcase, I am at my most vulnerable.
Ah, well such is life, and there are always fleeting faroff memories. The bottle may seem to be a friend in times like this, and the temptation is huge, but even the bottle does not understand.
I've wrote a lot on this in some of my other self indulgent musings before, but it all boils down to this, and this is when it all started, so to speak. I won't give details, because people are still alive, and have their lives, and if anything I still have honour and discretion.
So forgive me if my tone is morose, and inexplicably dark. I don't want to leave myself to my own musings, as I do not have the strength of the likes of Papillon when it comes to this type of thing.
But I am starting to rave off the topic.
My problem with drink is under control, but occasions such as this do make things difficult, and as I said, this is perhaps both the best and worst day I have ever known. (the date, as well as what it signifies today)
Once again, thank you all most sincerely, and it has been an honour and privilege to "serve" with you.
Postscript, after August 4: Today was hell, in every sense. Compound it with my football team losing by 3 points, and dropping out of finals contention. But, beyonf that mortal thought, today was a spiritual and mental hell. It is over, but the rest is just begun.
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Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you.
- N.S.Khrushchev
[This message has been edited by Simon Darkshade (edited August 04, 2001).]
This is when everything is focused and brought to a fore, but I can't see myself drinking, or even leaving the room. I'm just going to try and distract myself by talking here, and watching cricket, but it will probably not work. For a wannabe hardcase, I am at my most vulnerable.
Ah, well such is life, and there are always fleeting faroff memories. The bottle may seem to be a friend in times like this, and the temptation is huge, but even the bottle does not understand.
I've wrote a lot on this in some of my other self indulgent musings before, but it all boils down to this, and this is when it all started, so to speak. I won't give details, because people are still alive, and have their lives, and if anything I still have honour and discretion.
So forgive me if my tone is morose, and inexplicably dark. I don't want to leave myself to my own musings, as I do not have the strength of the likes of Papillon when it comes to this type of thing.
But I am starting to rave off the topic.
My problem with drink is under control, but occasions such as this do make things difficult, and as I said, this is perhaps both the best and worst day I have ever known. (the date, as well as what it signifies today)
Once again, thank you all most sincerely, and it has been an honour and privilege to "serve" with you.
Postscript, after August 4: Today was hell, in every sense. Compound it with my football team losing by 3 points, and dropping out of finals contention. But, beyonf that mortal thought, today was a spiritual and mental hell. It is over, but the rest is just begun.
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Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you.
- N.S.Khrushchev
[This message has been edited by Simon Darkshade (edited August 04, 2001).]