Ok, so it's time to Old Yeller the prior thread and move onto something a little more serious in nature.
After being away for a week and then making my return, it felt like Triple H making his return in Madison Square Garden back in 2002.
I could've made this thread about anything. I could've created a March Madness thread & if you're still alive. Once Duke & Auburn lose on Saturday, it'll be myself and DBL fighting it out for the ultimate bragging rights. But, go figure... because DBL never invited me on PCT to begin with.
I could've made this thread about fantasy baseball. Where for six months the best of the best of PCT will bitch and moan and complain about their teams, both fantasy and in reality. You all wanted to draft Paul Skenes first, but I was ballsy enough to pull the trigger. But don't worry... when the Pirates are 24 games out of first place in August, they'll shut him down & he'll be on the trading block.
I could've made this thread an April Fools thread. Why? Because look at the roster of degenerates that flood PCT daily.
But, instead... I'm going to be serious for a minute and talk about myself.
For the past five weeks, I've attended & continue to attend A.A. Meetings. Why? Because I was tired of getting myself drunk everyday, spending $60 in a matter of 2 hours and then risking myself driving home, sometimes wondering how the hell I got home. For the past five weeks, I've realized I'm not alone. There are others out there who have been in my shoes, sometimes worse. Thoughts of depression, loneliness, emptiness, suicide... it's all real.
For the past week while I was gone from PCT, I've read the comments... what if something really happened? You just never know.
However, the recurring theme that I've learned in the past five weeks is "one day at a time".
#NotAnAprilFools
#BotOut
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