As most you know “History Of My Penis” has never run smoothly from the beginning part after part. In fact it wasn’t easy sometimes to reveal some stuff shared only with Jim, putting words to lost, abandonment, and death…The losses that most addicts and alcoholics experienced, yet crammed their mouths or injected something to take [...]
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My once empty flat looked emptier, but Ron, an AA from Sidcup London, provided a red vinyl chair for me to sit in, someone a rickety old table to write and eat on, “and yer need yer TV“, and there was a cranky old TV set…Others provided bedding and mugs, etc. I was moved by [...]
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To call Jim was a long walk up hill to an often vandalised call box. 24 years ago there were no such things on the street so their could be people waiting impatiently sometime throwing stones and house bricks at you…S.E 25 part of London was a rough area especially at night. Sometimes I thought [...]
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Jim was fitter than I was going to the gym, having given up smoking, and being a vegetarian. He looked fit. During one of our in-car chats going to a meeting he would run around Addington Hills Trim Trail, at first he encouraged me but I was no runner or jogger…and used stop dead panting [...]
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Of cause by the end of ’86 start of ’87 I had heard of sponsorship in AA, and the important thing was that men stuck with men and women with women, save the raw ugly head of sex sprouted up and stood erect. It was an unofficial “tradition” that worked and stopped what was called [...]
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The Summer of ’86 must have been sunny as all I recall was walking sun-kissed Croydon streets. Croydon borough, part of the Greater London Council (?), was supposedly one of the most populous boroughs in London with over 300k souls living within its borders. Thanks to the free-market boosting of economy -the Boom and Busts- [...]
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I knew nothing of how to grieve or what feeling I would experience. I was 36 years-old homeless, recovering alcoholic and addict, and in many ways I had never grown up or matured, I could still be that man who shunned emotional stuff and was not responsable for his life and could hide away. Despite [...]
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The manager was like that “Starwars” character Jebba The Hud, a loathsome fat slob who often stole welfare checks off the residents, or made then “dance” for their money. He had been known to chase the postman who delivered the checks all around the nieghborhood…Despite the hotel having a wretched reputation the know the hotel [...]
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In a sick co-dependant way I talked Maggie into us living together at her place and a week before I was due to leave Group I told my psychiatrist that I was leaving. I had enough. The psychiatrist, a laid back American who had worked at the famous Betty Ford Clinic, tried to make me [...]
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The Group Room was like a big wooden box built-in the middle of a red brick Pinel House. One side on the right as you entered was a wall of windows, opposite there were windows again, but both ends were blank wooden walls. Everything was well-worn or on its last legs, the dirty dark red [...]
