The sad song is never again,
Not the vague it might have been.
No longer able to drink a beer
Because I cannot stop at one
Means more to Bob than me, I fear,
Means something I alone have done.
I would not have our friendship die
Because I needed to be dry.
Where’s Orbie?
Ierrellus
lol So how many drinks does it take for you to realize that THAT coping mechanism has worked?
Did it take. I’ve gone over twenty weeks without consuming a drop of alcohol.
Bob was a well meaning poster. I never quite grokked him but I totally get why other people glommed onto him.
Good to see you, Xunzian!!! I wasn’t referring to the Bob who posts on the philosophy forums, but to a step-nephew, who is a country music picker & singer. Beer and country music seem to go together.
Five years without a taste of alcohol. 2016 my last drink. My muse has left me with prose.
Bob still drinks, still plays country music. We are still friends.
I did poetry before I drank; maybe I can find it after.
Praying for more of your poetry. Yes, please. 
Maybe somewhere , still crazy after all these years. in stead of drinking alone, parked in his usual place in a mysty, foggy pub, dreaming of a tomortow’s yesterday.
I met him once, he was the only ILP member to Come by, and Stuart.
Picked Stuart up in skid row Greyhound, he didn’t drink.
We didn’t hit it off.
Gototell about that some other time.
Now, i’m on the road again