If I didn’t have ten packs of gum on me, I wouldn’t have any.
At AA Meetings we admit ones faults and short comings. Because some if not all of us are dysfunctional in some ways.
After a share, revealing a part of myself that describes a few of my many…faults or maladjustments if you will;
I was relieved of some anxiety and [We] decided to celebrate by smoking a cigarette after the meeting.
On the way to a fellowship, i.e. food;___
As I was coming down from admitting my faults and passed transgressions, a set (three) of women pass by. One of which with some exceptional legs.
[Our heads turn]
Delilah: “We need gum.”
Jeff floored the accelerator.
The hotrod had it’s tires spinning. Drifting… we spilled out the side.
We blew a gasket.
The rest of the group, i.e. Delilah, Gray; went seeking gum at the nearby bodega (corner store).
Granted, with the substantial loss of time, “Legs” and her friends were gone. Delilah, Gray and Cat went to the restaurant to meet the fellowship. After 2-hours of getting fat, ordering a fat plat with some fat salad, washed down with fat juice; Seth and Jeff return with our gum.
With the exemption of two pieces of gum that we share, we ate the whole pack. When I say the whole pack I mean fourteen pieces of gum. Spearmint after spearmint. Granted nobody wants to be “the guy with the breathe” but you have to be “the guy in their face” before you get to the breathe. See also Blow-a-Gasket, also ED Eating Disorder.
My name is Seth.