Addiction: It's Not Just For the Depraved Anymore

Fun, fun, fun 'til the bank takes your credit away.

by Tommy George

Disclaimer

2015-10-25. Some homeless persons suffer terribly from real physical and/or mental illnesses. To make matters worse, they are ofte incapable of untangling the red tape required to apply for the services they need. These forgotten people don't belong among those described here, and deserve everybody's help.

Two GA Meetings Fail to Attract One Single Compulsive Gambler

by Tommy George

Trinity United
Methodist Church

Have you ever thrown a party and nobody showed up? I hosted several gathering in my earlier years characterized as "dismal" and "the worst party I've ever been to," but at least one or two people came. However, the Gamblers Anonymous group I am trying to establish in Waverly, Iowa takes the cake. High and low rollers alike stayed away en toto from two G.A. meetings--one held at 6:30 PM on October 18 and the other November 1 of this present year 2018. Both were held at the Trinity United Methodist Church on Bremer Ave W adjacent to the public library. Nobody came to either. Zip. Nadie. Zero.

Some of you may not know this about me but I am a degenerate gambler who has lost everything with a capital "E"--every penny plus far more (I will spare you my melodramatic litany of non-monetary losses). I was earler in life addicted to several vices that I got over without breaking a sweat. Alcohol. Opiates. Sexual perversions and egregiously bad literary efforts. But these were all cake walks compared to gambling addiction. 

Save Yourself Any Further Degradation

Can’t Stop Gambling?

A Gamblers Anonymous group is forming in Waverly, Iowa, on Thursday, November 1, 2018, at 6:30 PM at the Trinity United Methodist Church, 1400 W. Bremer Avenue (across from the Public Library) in Waverly, Iowa 50677. The church phone number is 319 352-2590.

Thirty-Five Years inside a Venus Flytrap

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Tinkered time hardens the face 
with ever-thicker bones
And teeth like stone daggers.

Cravings for something soft to eat vanish

She feels no contrition for those she's banished.
She needs only her own heat hanging round her throne.

Chronicles of Frantic Leisure

By Tommy George

2015-2-14. (Republished 6/6/2018)  In the winter of 1973, a droll, gnomish seventeen-year-old stopped his car at a freeway ramp near Detroit's Wayne State University to pick up a hitch-hiker, me. He didn't know me, I didn't know him. I was simply a man out in the cold.  The good-hearted kid who stopped to give me a lift was teenage Joel Bacow, who years later was to produce DeadwyreS and also some artists of which you've actually heard.  (Incidentally, among the Dutch a "gnome" is a financial heavy-hitter.)

Coin-Touch Iowa Gambler Confesses, Declares Let's Sue 'Em

by Tommy George

The Tyrannical Reign of the Hot-Spotted Brain Four Days in the Life of a Coin-Touch Machine Addict, February 2006 24 February thru 27 February

Actual X-Ray

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is a psychiatric disorder with a neurological pathology. Using brain-scanning technology and brain-chemistry analysis, some researchers postulate that OCD sufferers, in addition to imbalanced neurotransmitters, demonstrate repeated activity in localized regions of the brain--continuous synaptic firings, or "hot spots" in the brain, like a broken record, endlessly skipping--repeating the same synaptic patterns firing, over and over again. These involuntarily synaptic repetitions, in combination with stimuli-induced changes in brain chemistry, cause in the OCD sufferer an insatiable desire for some activity—insatiable because it cannot be fully satisfied.  

The Two-Legged Creature Most Feared by Black Cats

by Tommy George

Friday, June 13, 2014. I long tried to make friends with a big black tom-cat that roams the farm town of Allison, Iowa. The animal and I never did share anything beyond a single, brief transaction, the outcome of which guarantees that our friendship now shall never be. Superstition has sprung up between me and Big Black Tom like prison walls that will not come tumbling down any time soon. Any hope of this was killed by the accidental connection between us: exchanged glimpses of the soul that lasted less than a second, but carved dangerous pits in both our minds.