walk with jimmy

Shit Alcoholics Anonymous sucks!

It doesn't matter if you clean up the house, make the bed and fold the quilt, and you have to arrange a full schedule every day.

The main purpose is to prevent the abstainer from having nothing to do all day long and thinking about drinking again.

So, pray to God together in the morning, then have breakfast, then group therapy, lunch, psychological lectures, psychological testing, physical exercise, then dinner, after-dinner activities, and finally sleep.

Everything else is fine...

The most annoying thing is group therapy.

Why is it called Alcoholics Anonymous?

Because a group of abstainers get together (with non-disclosure agreements), they sit in a circle, and they start to confide in each other, talking directly face to face, eye to eye.

Generally, they will talk about what they have done to harm their relatives and friends after drinking, talk about the various harms caused by alcoholism, or talk about their own sad things. Occasionally, some outstanding graduates will come to set an example and tell them about the "life after quitting drinking" happy life'.

In short, it is to tell your sad stories to everyone, vent all your negative emotions, comfort and encourage each other, and draw some power to change from each other.

Because the staff in charge of James strongly recommended him to participate in this project, and pestered him endlessly if he didn't participate.

So, James went to participate on the first day.

The theme of the first day was the dangers of alcohol.

Everyone in the room began to tell stories of all kinds of horrible things they did after drinking.

A bald man said sadly: "When I was drunk, I saw a beautiful blue sea in front of me, and I jumped into it."

James couldn't help asking: "And then?"

The bald man patted the wheelchair and replied sadly: "I jumped from the balcony on the first floor and broke my leg."

Everyone gasped and looked at him in horror.

James: ...

After that, everyone babbled, or cried bitterly, or choked up and talked about all kinds of wrong things they did after being drunk.

These mistakes either hurt the hearts of relatives and friends, or delayed important events, or made my life fall into a trough...

Then, it was James' turn.

He thought for a long time before he remembered one thing: "The person in charge of a cooperative company is disgusting. According to others, after I was drunk, I pissed in his cup and drove his car into the swimming pool .”

Everyone stared at him intently, waiting for him to say the following, similar to the person in charge getting angry, canceling the cooperation, being reprimanded and condemned and other tragic consequences.

But James only sighed: "It's so fucking cool!"

The whole place was silent.

The staff eased the atmosphere with embarrassment and said, "Uh, Jimmy, you're doing it wrong."

He tried to persuade gently: "Do you know what real revenge is?"

"What is it?" James asked curiously.

The staff then explained patiently: "It's about relying on your own real strength to convince him and win his respect, rather than relying on drunkenness to do...uh, piss or something."

"Then...how long will it take to convince him with your true strength and win respect?" James couldn't help but continue to ask.

The staff immediately encouraged and said: "Well, everyone has a different situation. Maybe one day, maybe a week, maybe a year, maybe ten years, but as long as you do it bravely, it will definitely come true."

It took ten years to convince an annoying person?

So what kind of idiot would waste precious time on such an idiot question?

James couldn't hold back and said, "You know what? I can pee in less than 5 minutes."

The staff was stunned: "Huh?"

James had to patiently explain: "So, why the hell can I not solve this in 5 minutes, and have to wait a day, a week, a year, or ten years?"

The staff was speechless.

He can only condemn it from the moral level, saying repeatedly: "This is wrong, this is not good..."

But that doesn't convince James at all.

He watched everything in front of him coldly, thinking: "The way is wrong, buddy! It's no use for me to say that, it's no use at all."

Next psychotherapy...

It's also nonsense!

When doing a psychological test, the first few questions are fine.

But one of the questions is: "How many times does Makelove a week?"

James gets angry now thinking of Lance.

He replied furiously: "Does this have something to do with quitting alcohol? I don't need a lot of drinking!"

The doctor in charge of psychological testing: ...

The slogan written to him later was: Suspected of manic tendencies.

Total fucking bullshit.

After the damn doctor sees too many mental illnesses, everyone looks like a mental illness!

In the following time, James did not participate in any group therapy or psychological testing at all.

After eating every day, he avoids the group of crazy and enthusiastic staff, squats outside in the yard in a daze, watching the ants move every day.

On the third day, these staff couldn't hold him anymore.

They called Lance, meaning to ask family and friends to persuade James to cooperate with treatment or something.

Lance called...

James opened his mouth and said, "Hey, is my little baby there?"

Lance couldn't help laughing over there: "Jimmy?"

James said: "Oh, Lance! Don't get me wrong, I'm asking Gigi."

Lance hung up the phone.

James handed the phone to the staff again, showing a disappointed expression, with tears in his green eyes, pursed his lips, and said stubbornly: "He doesn't want to communicate with me a word."

You know, although he usually doesn't cooperate with the work, he looks good!Moreover, a person who has always been strong suddenly shows weakness, who can bear it?

A female staff member at the nursing home immediately relented and comforted him: "We will have a good talk with him, you go back first, don't worry."

Less than half a minute after James left...

She immediately called back and scolded Lance in a tone of righteousness: "Don't you know that alcoholics often need the encouragement and support of their families? Your attitude will directly affect his treatment." Progress, you can't treat him like that..."

James listened through the crack of the door for a while, and found that the girl had a strong sense of justice. Moreover, when admonishing others, it was like a teacher scolding a bad student. She could read for two hours without stopping, and immediately relieved a lot of anger.

So, he left satisfied, and decided to go back to the yard to watch the ants move.

But on the fourth day, James got another call.

The phone call made him a little uncomfortable.

Because the caller was Old John.

"Jimmy, you used to tell me not to believe anything in the newspaper, but your band... well, there's been a lot of negative news lately."

Old John asked cautiously on the phone: "And, Lance said you were quitting drinking?"

The bastard actually sued the parents!

James is now ready to break Lance's heart, but his father couldn't help answering the question, so he could only vaguely say: "I just want to live a healthy life! It's not that there are not enough people in the band, and I have nothing to do. Take the opportunity to experience a healthy life.”

Old John didn't know whether he really believed it or pretended to believe it, and continued: "Then when do you plan to end your healthy life?"

"Come on, come on!" James replied perfunctorily.

"What kind of band are you talking about?" Old John asked again.

"Yes, Theo was fired," James said.

"Yes, I heard... Are you okay?" Old John seemed to ask tentatively.

James replied hesitantly, "It's okay."

"That's good, that's good!"

Old John muttered without words.

But for a while, the people on both ends of the phone fell silent.

Old John was afraid of inadvertently poking his son's sadness;

James didn't want his old father to worry.

In the end, James couldn't hold back.

The youngest son in the family may be like this, no matter how old he is, no matter how hedgehog he behaves outside, he has to turn over when he meets his parents and brothers, revealing his fragile soft belly.

So, he hesitated and asked anxiously: "Father... If, if one day, I am also fired..."

"Then the band is completely finished and hopeless."

Old John didn't wait for him to finish, and immediately said firmly: "Son, you are the most important, you are the lead singer!"

——You are the lead singer!

So fucking right!

After hanging up the phone, James thought, "Yeah! I'm the fucking lead singer, Planet is my band, and I'm going to keep this fucking band going no matter what."

Die Alcoholics Anonymous Support Group!

Fucking enough!

Throwing the phone down roughly, he walked past the staff and strode toward the nursing home gate.

The staff members were taken aback, and hurried to catch up and shouted, "Jimmy, Jimmy, where are you going?"

"Go where I'm supposed to go."

"But your sobriety program isn't over yet."

"Let it die!"

"..."

—Lance Winfield of the Grass Mud Horse.

——Lao Tzu is back!

——In the days to come...

——Let's wait and see!