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  • Chapter 13, the final chapter to his latest tale was finished. He tried to add it to the other chapters on Cowbird, but when he got to the photo, it kicked him out.

    "Out of Helium"

    That was yesterday night.

    So first thing this morning he tried to get on Cowbird - still down. It wasn't until the evening, when he still couldn't get on, that he noticed his hands were shaking.

    Like an alcoholic forced to go dry, he needed his support group; his sponsor; his A.A. He could keep writing stories and eventually add them to Cowbird, but his metaphoric lips were dry and his hands wanted that "drink". He badly needed the contact of others with his disease. They were his saving grace. It was too lonely without them...


    And, on another note, I noticed that the title to this story looks like it could be a line from that Dean Martin classic, "That's Amore'".

    Feel free to make up your own verses and sing along if you know the words.

    Thank you, I'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your waitress.

    Ciao,
    Papa
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