It's sad that people need love and understanding the most, when they deserve it the least. I see that truth all around me down here and I live with that reality personally. All I can do now is survive, and give my own love back when I can.

I want to make it to Stephs birthday on Dec 3, to see if the aliens really come out of the center of the earth and make contact with us. I need to get my dead trucks license plate turned into the Florida DMV before Riley's birthday on Dec 9, so they don't suspend my drivers licence. Hopefully I can drive again, but who knows. As long as I can still walk I stand a chance.

Maybe I can beat alcohol one more time, and last with it, but I'm running out of faith and reason. The only motivations I have left are my son, his babies, and the grand-daughter that still endures and supports me, somehow.