JAIME
V.S.
THE
ALCOHOLIC
TAXIDERMIST
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I had brought something back, again, but it wasn't what she had desperately wanted. The truth is, I asked, and she responded immediately. I said "What do you want?" and she responded "I want a lollipop." Jaime had wanted a lollipop
All I brought back was a doggie bone.
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By: Johnathan L. Groom
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Jaime was pissed, but she laughed, which was very annoying. Mixed emotions come with alcoholism (apparently) and she was late to drinking, late to the recovery club, and late to lollipops. What she didn't understand was that most banks in Maine only have doggie bones or biscuits or treats in their banks, not lollipops. In other words, I am now certain that in some states they DO NOT allow dogs or helpful animals in banks period, or some banks must offer their own treats to the public as they chose, like catfish (fried or raw) in some southern states and maybe etiquette books in New England.
Either way, this story is the diagnostic of an alcoholic through the eyes of a sober and very sobering man, myself, which is also true and tough shit. I have wondered about this supposed disease since I had first embarked on the journey of drinking as a youth, and it has affected many around me with a faulted and less sobering justification with no means to an end. This is where the attention span of Ms. Lollipop would die off, and she would (either) angrily or politely ask for me to shut up now.