DaveT’s Neighborhood

So I'm doing dishes, as repsonsible people ought to do, and as I'm finishing up I notice two limes sitting at the bottom of the sink. "Hm," I think to myself, "Ctirus is supposed to be great at making the disposal smell nice." So, I shove down the limes, lean over, flip the switch, a terrible grinding noise ensues and...

Half a shotglass comes flying out.

!!

I guess a shotglass had slipped into the disposal without my noticing, and the disposal shredded it. The entire base and jagged edge where it broke made a giant arc and landed literally six feet from the sink on the floor. O.O

It was pretty hilarious after I was done thanking God that I hadn't been leaning over the sink. Shotglass to the face is not a great way to end one's day. :-)

Yes, I know I said I'd be posting more. That was before my laptop gave up the ghost for good. So! Now I have a shiny new laptop, and will be posting more. For real this time.

For fun

I love Buffalo. In a real sense, it's my ancestral homeland. My ancestors came from Germany, Sicily, Switzerland, France, and England, but they all ended up in Buffalo. Most of my relatives live there still. Buffalo is the "home base" for nearly every family gathering. I have lived in Ohio since I was a toddler, but I was born in Buffalo and it feels like a second home to me.

Western New York is not glamorous. The glory days of steel are long over. The winters are cold and windy and gray. The local accent is too nasal to make it on any TV show that is not the local news or Roseanne. And yet, there's a charm to it, and a deep history.

Anyway, I miss it. And my family. And the amazing beef-on-weck I had at this place over the summer. YUM.

What's the blues when you've got the greys?
I've think I've given up, my body's giving in
In a building, I lie still
And then I turn back over again
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains

I am sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
It's in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it wont work its way through my gut
And just go away

I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
And no luck, it's still just grey
Come back here

What's the blues when you've got the greys?
Much less productive, and hardship and pain
In a building, where I lie still
Just before I turn over again
In a building that has heating
Sweat sweat sweat sweat, dried-on stains

I am sick of feeling sick and not throwing up
It's in my stomach and you seem to be stuck
And it wont work its way through my gut
And just go away

I woke up this afternoon and thought maybe today
The world might be a more colorful place
And no luck, it's still just grey
Come back here

Oh
What's the blues when you
When you've got the greys?
I don't have much of a story to say
I just sit around at night and avoid the day
If I do anything at all, it would be to get up
And avoid conversation and human contact
You can't touch the world if you can't even feel pain
You should come back here

What is the scariest incident with drugs or alcohol you’ve witnessed or personally experienced? How did it change you?
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I like this question the best of the sponsored QoTDs. Very thought-provoking. Although as a regular watcher of Intervention, I feel like I've seen enough drug or alchohol-induced tragedy to have a healthy fear and respect for mind-altering stuff. It's unnerving to be at a party and see someone so drunk that they need to be taken to the hospital, or close to it. Scary.

This song is currently rocking my world. It starts off slow, but just builds and builds. One caution: there's one f-bomb at the beginning, so if that offends you or you're at work, maybe hold off.

Autumn

by T. E. Hulme