ERIN, YOU'RE KILLING ME

Intervention strikes again.  This time the subject is Erin, a gorgeous, Texas rose, fallen into the grips of Crystal Meth addiction.  She was born to Devout Christian parents who maintained a strict, conservative home, with the hopes their children would follow suit.  They chose home-school to insure the kids received Christian based curriculum.  For reasons never explained, the family relocated to Dallas, where they switched to the public school system.  This change instigated the destruction of their one time ideal life.

I DO WAY MORE THAN BITCH

I've been getting some flack about my tone (FURIOUS) and encouraged to offer some type of solution since I've proven TWELVE STEP DOGMA SUCKS ASS.

Sorry to disappoint ya, but I am not going to stop writing stories about the dickheads I've met in the halls of THE CULT.  There are just too many tales left to tell.  I have TWENTY ONE YEARS full of encounters to write about.

I've barely scratched the surface.  If you're hoping I will morph into the weak suck puke I once was, FUGHETABOUTIT.  Ain't gonna happen!

Besides, I don't think my blog would be this popular, if I was Suzy NICE PANTS. Do you?  Regardless, I'll meet ya half-way with my idea of a solution.  Fair enough?

INTERVENTION, YA LOST ME AT REHAB

In the years I died a slow death in Alcoholics Anonymous (THE CULT), I went to more treatment centers than I can number.  Typically, I would go to the Emergency Room where I was referred to whatever place had an open bed.

Sometimes, I'd find myself too caught up in POWERLESSNESS to deal,  so I'd ask friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and my mother to go to bat for me.  Misinformed for YEARS, we were told I must get treatment immediately for surely I'd end up in jail or dead in a ditch some where.

Desperate in our ignorance, I checked into the nuthouse over and over.