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IN the desert with Stokker.
We stayed five days with no food at all or water mabe some eye scrounged along
the roadside there is almost no containers this far out on the reservation. The
stokker almost lost it but he made it. It is very hard to kick the habit of a 5o year
old lifetime. ALCHOL is insidious and hard to maintain a sober to hang on to but
FIVE days of cold turkey can be happy to a man who wants to work and fly a
galaxy in a gorgeous spaceship with an android and a lady. Marylin was happy
to see a sober stokker and this is how it happened.
The first day he lay on his belly and cried for want. Eye carefully unloaded his
back pack but all he had was two tins of food and he could only eat the halve of
one it was a chore even at this point for all he ever wanted on the world of
NEWTONIA was to go into the city of BOSTONIA and get some more of his
refuel. A Drink is hard to kick. A man enjoys the brew and gulps it down just like
a hound of hell with demons chasing him to heaven. The antidote to drinking is
just want. Never will this damping man ever need to want another drink on the
third day out he was seeing things, Giant bison Giant Moose with horns bigger
than a house Giant dinosaurs OH part of him it knoe that the visions was not real
but it was OH so real rally real LOOKING see but the absence of the noises was
comforting to him. NO ROARS, no stompings of the thundering of hoofs. This
poet now a writer wants to add it was the hooves not hoofs. For there was man
herd that day or is it herds of meese and dinomeese. The last day out eye went
to the Indians on the edge of the wetnesses where they gave me food for the
stokker. At first so horrified at the new mee the android the CHARLAX one. What
are you they asked in abject horror and eye answered them in android fashion
eye have a sober.
And he needs some human food to continue on his program. Though they are
from a different tribe than ewe they met my needs that day with bread and beans
and soup and coffee too. OH lamb oh ewe. The now sober stokker ate just like a
king and then he ate again it was a gift from Indians.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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