Give Up Drinking....Get A Kid....Fair Deal.
People often look at me funny when they offer me a cocktail or a beer and I decline. You know they want to ask why, but their inner Miss Manners prevents them from asking. If they do ask I often tell them the last time I got drunk I killed a man while camping. They typically leave me alone the rest of the night. Of course I am kidding, we were hiking when I killed him. STOP----that too is a joke. Nobody died at my hand, but the last time I did get drunk it was the evening before a funeral and unfortunately I knew the deceased really well. It was my little brother Matthew and like his older brother Mark, he took his own life. I got hammered the night before the service for Matt, attended the funeral with a hangover and still cry about it occasionally to this day. The grief sneaks up on you at the worst moments and it takes all of your mental kung fu to beat it back. Sometimes it wins, but that's ok---it only lasts ...
