IMO Josh Hamilton will never step foot on a baseball field again. He did a local sports radio show here in Dallas years ago when he played for the Rangers. They asked Josh what his favorite team was growing up. He said he doesn't have one and that he doesn't ever watch baseball. He then went on to say that he doesn't like baseball and doesn't watch sports center. He was done when he left Texas, but he couldn't pass up the big check with the Angels. Being a crackhead was his card to get out of the game without just leaving and being viewed as a quitter.
Genetically some are more predisposed to addiction ,this is fact (studies comparing monozygotic/dizygotic twins, adoption studies) . Orientals (a % of) metabolize alcohol quickly leading to rapid elevated blood levels of ethanol-- flushing, nausea, headaces; not pleasant, hence no worries for alcohol addiction with these folks as its effects are unpleasant. Genetics is their friend,
. HOWEVER, genetics does not define whether a person will become an alcoholic -- how can we say that with 100% confidence? identical twin studies . A study of 861 identical twins. One is an alcoholic--is his twin doomed with the same the fate? NO -- 50% chance, that's it. They have the SAME GENES. Clearly coping skills,habitual/ behavioral aspects play a massive role. is the use of the word 'disease' a good thing for the management of addiction? do we run the risk of some using it as a crutch ? - 'it's not my fault, i have this disease' or 'i can only do so much, they say i have a disease' . Can you regain power, control with seeing yourself disadvantaged, your 'diseased'? Of course if the afflicted was put on an island with his/her chemical of choice no longer available, well, 'disease' no more. Brain chemistry, risk/reward centers would adapt, NO CHOICE
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Another story was when he was playing for TB. He said he would snort some coc before games and had a baggie of coc in his locker. While he was in the outfield during the game all he could think about was if maybe someone was going to find his coc or if it had fallen out somehow.
I’m in a cab leaning my face out the window, gone off Percocets and ketamine. This mother****** crosses the street in front of me look just like Goose from Top Gun. I’m thinking that was fucked-up how he died, leaving a wife and kid.
I say, “Rest in peace, Goose.” And the cab drives off.
Earlier at Jeff’s high-rise apartment, I copped some drugs from a Dominican with a silver brief case. Jeff got the MDMA, I got the vials of Ketamine. I cooked K in the oven. He had some Australian chick licking the Moly off his fingertips. Just the three of us. They’re rolling. I’m not.
She said she doesn't do K cuz it makes her lose control.
I tell her in that case, do as much as you want.
She does as much as she wants, Jeff does too. We’re chopping it up with cheese knife, snorting the lines with a wrinkly one-dollar bill; it’s all the Dominican left us. This goes on for hours, rolling, and K-holes and she’s grinding her teeth, rubbing her thighs together. I tell her to come cuddle, but it’s awkward. She don’t even know me. She gets up and we pretend like it never happened.
It’s around then I realize, she’s not ***king me solo. Either he’s gonna f*** or we’re all gonna f***. So how bad do you want it? Bad enough to see your homeboy, naked, hairy *** and all? I smashed chicks back in the day with cats that are like my brother. Toss ‘em up, one in the mouth, one in the v*****, it’s nothing. But I don’t know with Jeff.
I say, “Rest in peace, Goose.” And the cab drives off.
Earlier at Jeff’s high-rise apartment, I copped some drugs from a Dominican with a silver brief case. Jeff got the MDMA, I got the vials of Ketamine. I cooked K in the oven. He had some Australian chick licking the Moly off his fingertips. Just the three of us. They’re rolling. I’m not.
She said she doesn't do K cuz it makes her lose control.
I tell her in that case, do as much as you want.
She does as much as she wants, Jeff does too. We’re chopping it up with cheese knife, snorting the lines with a wrinkly one-dollar bill; it’s all the Dominican left us. This goes on for hours, rolling, and K-holes and she’s grinding her teeth, rubbing her thighs together. I tell her to come cuddle, but it’s awkward. She don’t even know me. She gets up and we pretend like it never happened.
It’s around then I realize, she’s not ***king me solo. Either he’s gonna f*** or we’re all gonna f***. So how bad do you want it? Bad enough to see your homeboy, naked, hairy *** and all? I smashed chicks back in the day with cats that are like my brother. Toss ‘em up, one in the mouth, one in the v*****, it’s nothing. But I don’t know with Jeff.
I understand your point. However, to me...saying I have a disease does not relinquish me from having personal accountability for my actions. If anything it may make me more accountable as I have to be more careful with my surroundings and controlling my own thought patterns.
If you are an alcoholic, nothing justifies taking a drink. That is my personal view on it.
I don't feel any more sympathy for that alcoholic that drinks than I do for the diabetic who won't take his insulin.
sheeesh....parents should not let kids grow up to be you buddy....just give your kids love and support and try to settle down and not make such a big deal of shit that is different today vs. when you were growing up...it amazes me how people expect the world to "freeze" for them and their narrow ass worldview......adapt and move on....spending your life pissed off will ruin it....that i can guaranteeeeeeeeee
Not pissed off in any fashion. All parents should beat the shit out of their children if they even have a desire of becoming a wigger. Saves the parents future heartache and prevents the kid from being a savage. All parties win. And society wins.
But I see that American society is doing just the opposite. And that is why the US will become a 3rd world country riddled with savagery.
But I see that American society is doing just the opposite. And that is why the US will become a 3rd world country riddled with savagery.
+1
I offer myself, somebody send this guy a ticket with no return to CR... 1st I'll knock him out cold, wake him up with frozen water... semi sew his eyes to his cheeks so we "can't tell if he is a boy or a girl", put down some cigarettes on his chest and upper legs... work him out a bit with some punches on the cheekbones.
Two days later I'll strap a steel bucket on his stomach with a rat inside, or maybe 2... and start heating the bucket with a blowtorch.
