It Helps to Talk to a Dog
If any person or organization is trying to coerce you to do anything you don’t want to do you are being targeted.
It is no more complicated than that! From the Child Protective Services to that big mouth, soon to be ex, anyone taking the time to get inside your head is detrimental to your personal peace.
And you are not hopeless. You do not need therapy, or a priest or medication. If these entities continue to assault you with words or deeds just don’t ever talk to them again. Buy a dog and talk to that!
These naysayers will, in addition to attacking your sensibilities, try to convince you that they are superior to you and there is nothing you can do about it. That they have been ordained by whatever god they are worshiping at the time to control your life and if you would just shut up and listen, the skies will be blue, the angels will sing, and Trump would get a third term. Be a good do-be and they will suck all the life out of you and move onto another mark.
In 2009 the Texas CPS declared me to be an enemy of the state and took my ass, hat, and all my cattle. As I moved from my three mansions in Berry Creek, Austin to Ocatillo Wells I made a life changing decision. I become a drunk. While I didn’t stay at the Wells 24/7, I did stay long enough to have some meaningful conversations with the wind. You don’t have to be crazy to do that, but it sure helps!
I’d love to tell you that I found direction, came home , was reunited with my family and lived happily ever after. I’d also love to tell you that I’m having an affair with Taylor Swift, but both situations are delusional. You have to learn to accept reality. Reality: Like a record made of wax they’re never coming back. Oh, you will eventually see them, may even look the same, but they are not the people you lost. They have been through life too. They have made choices both good and bad and always remember that every cell in the human body is replaced in time and those are different people. Get over it!
Be a better you!
I hit bottom in 2021. I made the decision to drink myself to death and the EMS showed up and scraped me up off the floor. My loving, caring family dropped me off at The Wellington Institute for relatives that you’d rather forget about. Hey! No big deal. They just kicked the garbage to the curb. As soon as they were sure I couldn’t escape they went home confident that they had done the right thing. Praise the Lord and pass the medication.
So I’m laying there in the Laughing Academy while various doctors discussed what level of Alzheimer’s I had, and I couldn’t believe I came without my gun. My saving grace was one of my ex-wives, Pamela, got me out and took me up to Utah. Pam is real good at never taking “No” for an answer. And she didn’t buy into one syllable of all that doctor talk back at the Wellington. Remember that CPS case in Texas? Well, they chased Pam up to Brigham City and the Mormon CPS picked up the ball, so she had to sell that house and move to Tennessee. We rented trucks in Utah and she told me that I had to drive one to Tennessee. Now I couldn’t walk. I’d lost my use of my legs to Long COVID. So Pam had the kids shove me up in the 26-foot truck with a trailer on the back and sent me through a blizzard to Dover Tennessee. But she did give me a sausage sandwich, so there was that.
At Denver I couldn’t see the turnoff because of the snow so I just stayed on 25 and headed south into the desert. Since I couldn’t walk I had to hang out the door like a monkey to gas up. Made a left turn at Albuquerque because I knew that Tennessee was somewhere east of Arizona but I had no remote idea where Dover was. So, I made up my mind to follow I-40 to Nashville. I’m from Texas and Tennessee is one of them itty-bitty states so how far could Dover be from Nashville, right. Hey! I told you I was crazy.
Eventually my son, Wilbur caught up with me in Oklahoma to help me finish the trip. He was alarmed by to odor in the truck. Ok! Do the math. I told you that I was hanging out of the door to gas up. Where did you think I was using the toilet? Think “astronaut.”
We finally all met up in Dover and Pam bought yet another big house. Remember that CPS deal? They’re baaack! So I’m sitting there on a beautiful porch with a beautiful view of a beautiful lake with two useless legs and the CPS back up my ass! Now please note that I have done nothing to attract these people. I’m just the old drunk in the basement. But noooooo! They’d come around doing their “investigation” and I’d have to hide in the work shed.
I’m stupid, but not that stupid. I decided to change my stripes. I hadn’t had a drink since The Wellington, so I was fairly dry. My daughter in law dropped by and suggested that a nice nursing home might work. (I hope she gets down some day and I get a vote!) Got a call from a friend back in Texas. He too was looking for direction. So, we decided to start a movie company and put Hollywood out of business. And voila! My legs came back! Pam and I decided to go back to Texas where there ain’t no law.
I won’t bore you with the details. Just check out “Kielia” on Amazon Prime. Remember the first of this article? Read it again. You simply cannot go through all that and not come out the other side being an asshole. It’s not humanly possible. Remember the part about people changing? I don’t get along with my grandkids, and they hate my guts. But even though they are spoiled brats they are civil because I’m old and working on my third movie. FYI: When I die, if Pam goes before I do, I’m leaving everything to the homeless cats of Austin and laughing all the way to hell.
What does all this add up to? Never give up. Take life as it comes. Don’t try to impress anybody except your banker. Remember my three rules of life:
Money buys everythingPeople are no damn goodAnd if you nail two things together that have never been nailed together before, you will get rich
It helps if you talk to your dog.
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