I'm an addict, not to one thing, but to a combination of mild substances that no ethical veterinarian would ever even hint that you should take in conjunction. I'm cleaning up a bit...but it's in my blood. The only generation I know it to have skipped was my paternal grandfather, and even he had a serious cigarette problem.
I'm a lucky bastard: My dad was called up for the Vietnam draft before I was born, but he was turned down due to high blood pressure (knowing my mother as I do there is probably a good explanation for it!)...so see folks: Hypertension is not always a bad thing! His name was Ellis, and as my wife once pointed out, I am the son of Ellis D.
He would put most things in his system, but beer in particular. We like to use the Native American propensity for alcohol as an excuse, but we both know lager is German...
Of course, if I really wanted to something just to ease the lack of substances at the moment, I have a couple of legal goodies that our wonderful Big Brother hasn't scheduled...yet. I have no doubt that there will eventually be an echo of what has happened in the EU regarding herbal medicine (http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2011/may/01/new-eu-rules-on-herbal-remedies) here in the States, and bee pollen will gradually be sold for great amounts in shady parking-lot deals...Horny Goat Weed will become as rare as Rhino Horn...and all because Pfizer and that bunch of bastards like them can't patent them. Recently some of my own medication, which had for a long time been old enough to have gone generic, was tweaked a little...not enough to change its effects, but damn well enough for the manufacturer to re-patent it and start charging a testicle a month for it...
Well...on to necessary things...eventually I may get around to writing something worth reading; until that day, Auf Wiedersehen.
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