June 24, 2006
i feel better
I think the steroid shots I received the other day made my shoulders feel better. I also suspect that the shots were what made me feel so sick-assed and poorly yesterday, but my shoulders feel a LOT better today. I was able to wash my own hair this morning.
In fact, I may be able to drive 30 miles to see my grandmother tomorrow. I hope so, because I haven't made that trip for a month now. I need to go.
This may be nothing but a temporary quick fix, but it's a lot better than nothing. What I REALLY would like, if they won't cut me or give me copious amounts of drugs, is to give me my own supply of this stuff. I still HAVE a bunch of needles left over from my "fix-a-flat" days and if I could poke a shot in my DICK back then, I KNOW that I can poke my own shoulders now. Just gimme the shit, and I'll do it myself.
I just wish somebody would make up their mind.
I can't continue the way I am, and my goof-assed friend Catfish made certain with his big mouth that no doctor in that clinic is EVER going to give ME any drugs again, because I am a reovering addict, so the consensus seems to be, it's better that I die in agony that take a pill.
Thank you, Cat, for that "He a good guy. He used to be a real drunk, but he stopped doing that, but he's in a lot a pain now. I told him to come see YOU, and you might fix him. He did good in Willingway. He quit drinking for about six months so far." Yeah, Cat. Be sure and tell EVERY OTHER doctor you know about ME going to Willingway for 38 days. That oughta tell 'em, ALL what a good guy I am."
Thanks to those kind words, I IMMEDIATELY went on a medical black-list and the fuckers won't give me ASPIRIN after they know THAT part of my life.
I know you meant well, Cat, but you blabbed personal information that doesn't really need to be "shared" with anyone who would listen to you as you fucked ME to a fare-thee-well by volunteering information to DOCTORS that those pricks didn't NEED to know. Please... Don't EVER do that kind of "favor" for me again. NEVER again.
I would prefer to take my own got-dam chances about my shoulders. I don't NEED anybody telling the doctors ahead of time that I'm a recovering alcoholic who hasn't had a drink in six months. YOU may be proud to say that, but it's a fucking RED ALERT!!! to doctors, warning them NEVER to give me pills, because I might abuse them. Don't EVER say that shit to a doctor about me again.
Please. Remember what I said about the road to hell being paved with good intentions? You ain't making my life any easier when you do that kind of "friendship" blathering.
Please.. NEVER do it again.
I did not tell my doctor you were at booze lock up. I just told him that you went to a bone doctor and he did not do anything for you. You are just quessing cause I think the other bone doctor sent those reorts over to that doctor, my doctor just told me the group of new doctors you should call, that's all. I did not tell him shit. From now on, get your own fucking doctors, I will never try and help again, Cat
SOMEBODY KNEW in that office and you DID tell me that YOU mentioned it. The doctors mentioned YOUR name on the referral they had, so maybe I imagined the entire thing.
Just don't do it again.
Get pissed all you want to. That ain't gonna change my life one bit. But the truth is, as much as I like you, you simply don't know when to keep your mouth shut sometimes.
This isn't the first time you've done this kinda crap to me. And it's been your MOUTH, every gotdam time that stirred the shit..
If you don't believe it, then I'm all wrong and you NEVER stir shit behind the scenes, do you?
Yeah, NEVER. Kiss my ass Joe, because you've done that crap ever since I first met you. You get your sick jollies by stirring shit and then being all pitiful, SWEARING that YOU had nothing to do with it when shit-storms hit OTHER PEOPLE'S door.
The God's honest truth is... I've always been a better friend to YOU than you ever have been to me. I was okay with that for a while, but don't you start jumping up and growling in my face NOW, like you're all offended and shit.
My ass. I KNOW you better than that.
Don't pull that shit on ME!!! I could mention a few names here and... I'll bet you never talked to THEM, either, did you? Nah. You're always a victim of circumstance and the wimmen were just making that crazy shit up, you know... all the stuff THEY said YOU said.
My ass. Cat, I've liked you for a long time, but I don't NEED your kind of "friendship" in my life. Not if you're gonna fuck me and then deny doing it.
Go suck a dead dog's ass. You and the dead dog might get along. But that crap don't work with ME.
For heavens sake.... couldn't this have been done on the phone instead of on your blog...isn't this the kind of thing that got Livey in hot water with you Rob?
Ya know... not even I was stupid enough to try to intercede here.
Does that tell ya anything, like maybe everybody just needs to stay the hell out of this and shut up?
(And, yeah it DID get her "in hot water" and I don't think that Cat feels like he's swimming in a refreshing, cool pool right now, either, THOUGH, again... there was a HEE-UGE difference between what SHE did and how she did it and this.)
Hey you kids! Don't make me come up there!
Ya know... Cat does have his own blog, where you can comment, IF what you want is to speak to him and not just stir up shit.
And, I, for one, won't be "sticking my claws in him", nor will Chablis, either, I'll bet, because we're both INTELLIGENT enough to see the difference between this and that shit YOU pulled and the way and spirit in which it was done.
Nuances and intentions, people, nuances and intentions....
PMS. Lotsa PMS 'round here! I'm with Bane....don't make me pull off my belt and start some ass whoopin' cuz I'll hold you by the arm and chase ya 'round a circle screamin', "I'LL GIVE YOU SUMPTIN' TO CRY ABOUT, DAMN IT!!"
And, Bane... you just reminded me of a cool story about my Dad and his brother Jim that starts with the exact phrase you used.
My Grandpop had said that very thing to them more than once, this one night.
He finally got tired of saying that, so the next time he felt compelled to holler up the stairs, he said, "If I hear ONE MORE PEEP outta you two, somebody's gonna get an ass-warming!", then he stood there and waited...
Sure enough, one of them says, "Peep." and that was all she wrote.
Neither would own up to it, so, sure 'nuff, ass-warmings all around.
To this DAY, my Dad says it was Jim and Jim says, "Nuh-UH", though I must say, I believe my Dad...
Thanks for making me remember that.
My grandma broke all of her wooden utensils on me and my cousin's asses one night. She'd break one, and it would make her madder, and she'd run get another. Then she switched to the metal ones, and my idiot cousins quit laughing so much and howled, instead. Hey, what do you expect when you put three little boys on the same fold-out couch?
Bane... you remind me a lot of Cat.
Has someone been hitting the "mean sauce" again??
Is there only ONE clinic where they prescribe pain medicine?
Christ, for someone who complains all the time about WOMEN getting the vapors....
See, I done started shit and ran like hell, he, he. But I am a big man and can take anything, Cat
I don't care who's fighting about what petty stuff. I don't know Rob personally, but he appears to be suffering, and I do care if he's serious about this suicide threat. I may be missing something here, but this is not something to joke about people.
you remind me a lot of Cat
And I'm guessing today is not a good day to be doing that?
Someone, somewhere was right about roosters. You don't need em for eggs, and they are a pain in the ass. Cat, killem and eatem, and you will have less trouble.
I had about ten hens, one time, and they laid all the eggs my family of six needed, and then some.
And Tessa, I think about suicide every day, but I'm not fucked up enough to do that to my family, and I somehow doubt Rob is, either. It's just idle speculation, and wishful thinking, but if someone took out my family, I'd be gone ten minutes after I finished torturing that someone to death for about a long week.
Well fuck this weird shit. You better not pull the trigger before 11/11/11 or I'll lose the death pool..... Hell if you go tomorrow, Bane might win. Think about that.
Help a girl out would ya and hang on.
Oh Libby, I think pools like that are bad juju, and form bad magic around the participants, so I don't partake. What goes around, comes around, as they say.
And Chablis, how many words did it take for you to announce you were not going to say anything? Rob would say "Isn't that just like a woman...", I believe.
I know personally what it feels like to have a loved one commit suicide. You DON'T want to do that your kids, your Grandmommie, your brother and family. They would never get over it. Trust me on that. It is never ending agony to lose someone to suicide. Fuck everyone else but don't do this to the ones who truly love you...your family. Friends come and go but your family's love is forever. Please don't be mad at me for saying this...I am just scared for you.
He'll be fine after he sleeps off his bender.
Couple aspirin and a Bloody Mary in the morning should do it.
No I would NOT love it and deep down inside you know that. You pulled this same shit on me weeks ago. Got me so worried I called Catfish and your daughter to try to help you. When you are drunk you are a mean and nasty man. But when you are sober, you are a real sweetheart. What I WOULD love is for you to realize that and be the man I met in Rincon Ga.
And don't you dare try to blame this shit on me!
Your "mindless minions" can think what they want of me, I don't care. But you do know the truth Rob.
Now maybe you can get some help. I really hope you do. You know that Sam would be devestated if you followed through with this little plan of yours. Don't do this to her.
Since I can't seem to use my name for whatever reason, Livey
It's only bad juju Bane if you're really wishing for it to happen. What happened to your macabre sense of humor? It seems to be called for here.
And funny but I could have sworn I saw you among the entries in V-man's pool after the last Helen meet.
No wonder I couldn't sleep....
Went to go lay down around 8pm because I felt like hell and then couldn't sleep.
Come back down here and find this shit...
And, by "shit", I mean some of these comments.
Livey, has it occured to you that maybe the reason you can't leave a comment with your name on it is that he's banned you?
I don't know. I'm just asking...
One thing I do know is that, for all of your alleged "psychology" training, you sure don't know when to back off.
Or even how to approach a person like Rob.
Neither does Tessa.
(Probably why you guys are so in love with each other now... Yeah. I saw that comment at your place and, I can promise you this... if Rob saw it, you've screwed yourself forever with him by aligning yourself with her like that... Are you really as stupid as Tessa and you can't tell how he feels about her? If so, then you're worse off than I thought...)
He's deleted your earlier comment and possibly banned you and, Tessa, he's done everything but ban you, yet neither of you two can get the message... which is that he doesn't want you guys around, he doesn't want to talk to you, he doesn't appreciate your bullshit observations and the best thing you could both do, if you're REALLY so fuckin' concerned about him, is to STOP IT.
He has MORE than enough shit to deal with right now.
I don't know how you don't know that.
"Willfully" is my first guess...
I do realize that it's the hardest thing to have to accept, that someone you (think you) care about wants you gone and to have the strength and selflessness to do that.
But, if either of you two actually gave a rat's ass, you'd do just that.
Go away and leave him be.
And, it really doesn't matter if you two, among others apparently, have driven him to drink, or to this edge he seems to be peering over or have just made him feel the way he is so obviously feeling right now.
If you care so much, LEAVE HIM BE.
It's what he wants.
Anybody with two eyes to read and a brain to process information can see that much.
He's annoyed with Cat, yeah, but you, Livey, you HURT him. There's a difference there. And, not just in my imagination, either.
It's evident in the way he handled and reacted to each situation.
Ever since that shit you pulled on him, I have been and continue to be thoroughly disgusted with your refusal to see how shitty what you did was.
Your excuses and justifications were like shovels, digging that hole deeper and deeper, yet you continue, to this day, to do it, instead of doing the hard thing, the REALLY caring thing, and backing off.
That comment of yours that he deleted was really juvenile.
And, it proves you've learned NOTHING and that you'd probably do the same thing again or something else similar to it, in his mind.
Wanna know something else?
I still think it's cool beyond belief that you do what you do with those old people and, I'll admit, it was nice to read about Joe again and I did say a "Thank you" to God that you're back in his life and can do him some much needed good.
But... Rob ain't Old Joe and here, you're doing more HARM than good.
When you making contact causes him to delete your comments and feel worse, you'd have to be a self-centered FOOL to keep it up.
Which, going by that little number you pulled on him, I know you can be, but overall, I don't think you are 24/7.
So why are you still doing it?
Why do you again steadfastly REFUSE to accept the truth?
The truth being, this time, that it's obvious Rob wants you to leave him be.
And, Tessa... he's called you a classless cunt in the last day or so, in two seperate comments, so there can be no mistaking his feelings.
And, your stupid "Cunts are people too" remark was ridiculous.
As is this bullshit "concern" you're trying so hard to display now.
Again, if you really give a shit, you'd already be gone from here.
You wouldn't keep popping in, trying to be "cute".
And, you'd never even have asked that smartassed question you did the other day IN ANY FORM.
But, you don't care about Rob.
All you care about is getting attention and making some kinda halfassed "point", don'tcha?
You said earlier this evening... I may be missing something here...
Yeah, ya are.
What it is that you're "missing" is that Rob doesn't seem to like you the least little bit and wants you to shove off.
He doesn't like you.
Why can't you accept that?
Is some kind of retarded competition with me really so much more important than Rob's well-being to you?
If you're so damned "concerned" about him, why do you go out of your way to add to his burden by continuing your relentless bullshit and coming here, especially after Rob's made it perfectly clear that's not what he wants or needs and, in fact, that he can't stand you?
You don't give a good godamn so stop saying you do.
And, if I'm not mistaken, back in the day when you were attacking Livey left and right, you also trotted out some half-baked bullshit about knowing or understand psychology, too.
I'm beginning to think you and Livey took the same mail order psychology course and both flunked it.
rightisright, I gave you the benefit of the doubt the other day when you made that snide remark about Rob "hitting the sauce".
But, now, I know better.
You keep hammering on that, keep accusing him of it and yep, you probably will drive him to "warrant the suspicion".
Of course, you won't be the only "reason" he has, will he Livey and Tessa?
And, Bane... I'm not sure why he's pissed at you.
Maybe because of that "don't make me come up there" thing?
But, I've gotta tell ya, saying "and this isn't a good day to do that I take it" was kinda stupid.
Didn't you read this post?
Again... this is just me expecting better from ya. Sorry if you think I'm jumping your shit.
Rob brought you up first, not me.
You just confuse the shit outta me.
It's like the guy who writes your blog isn't the same guy who comments here, or something.
And, I wish he was.
I wish you could be as real and as insightful here as you are "at home".
Woulda been great if you'd just said "sorry 'bout that, not my intention" and left it at that.
And, that "death pool" stuff?
Not a bit.
Does anybody really think if someone is considering suicide that that'll make 'em feel better?
I don't and I think with Rob, it'd be even more of a reason to say, "Fuck you and that stupid shit... *bang*"
But, don't y'all listen to me.
I'm just some... what is it now?
"Hypocritical, ass-kissing groupie" dumbass.
I haven't been reading Rob for years, I don't have the ability to absorb what I read and understand it and understand HIM because of it.
I'm just some dipshit who is trying to curry favor with Rob by trying to lessen his burden by running intereference for him, without waiting for him to be in such a bad position as to have to ASK for help, with people who don't have enough sense to know when to quit, so that maybe someday I can see his bionic dick.
Yeah, that's right.
Y'all go ahead and believe that , if that's what it's gonna take for you to live with yourselves if or when y'all do manage to be the last little thing that does push Rob over the edge.
That ought work and be worth it, huh?
Rob: this, too, shall pass. Illigitimi non carborundum, and all that. Pain sucks, bigtime, but give the shots a few more days for the maximum effect. It's a shame there isn't a medicine that'll take away the crap other people can cause!
cat seems like a cool dude so i'd give him a mulligan but you know him better than me.
let me share an old joke that i'm sure you've probably heard:
a guy walks into his bedroom to find his wife in bed with a strange man. he is so distraught that he pulls out a gun and puts it to his head.
his wife laughs
he says, don't laugh bitch, you're next.
don't make the same mistake.
Has anyone talked to Rob?? I live in Savannah and will drive to his home. Does anyone have the street address in Rincon? His post is seriously disturbing. I have no problem calling the Rincon police.
Damn where to start. Have you ever considered the fact that YOU don't know Rob as well as you think you do? For shits sake you've never even met the man!
Either you are the biggest hypocrit in the world or you are the dumbest one. I can't tell.
You don't want people to judge you based on what you write and the way you write it, yet you KNOW Rob inside and out from his writing.
If you were as smart as you say you are, you'd know this isn't the first time the drama queen has pulled this and won't be the last. You'd also realize that all YOU are doing is giving him a reason to drink by enabling him.
Let me spell that out for you hun.
YOU treat him like a poor little hurt baby cub who needs protecting, thereby making him feel the world is against him because he needs protecting.
And damn, that's a damn good reason to drink!
I'm not going to pick apart your whole speal up there. Let me just tell YOU something.
YOU don't know what went on between Rob and I, YOU don't know how we feel about each other,
YOU don't even know either one of us AT ALL!
So YOU shut the fuck up IF YOU care about the man so much.
YOU are the one driving him to drink!
Now, if you really want to discuss this like a rational adult, like I get the feeling you want to understand, I have no problem with that. Email me or hell I'll even give you my phone number and you can call me.
But PLEASE for the love of God, shut the fuck up and let the people who actually know Rob help him.
Robin and Heather, you are very sweet to worry, but don't. He won't post for a couple of days just to get everyone all worried about him, but he will be fine.
Believe me, I've been through this many times.
Please think of Sam & Mommie.
They need you.
Suicide hurts those who are left behind for the rest of their lives.
Suicide is for quitters and you are not a quitter.
What? Put you on steroids? These M.D's obviously have never read this blog!
Ditto what Maeve said and also please remember Quinton. You both might not be as close as you like right now, but he doesn't need to learn that his Daddy went out that way. Sending love to you.
ooo....drama...I love it. But then again, I'm an alcoholic too. Just get over it A-man.
I still owe you an evening of fun, good conversation, a fine meal and a slip from the law.
Just settle down.
Come on Rob, don't let the malcontents (or misguided well-wishers or whatever) and some health problems kick you past the point you think you can't stand it anymore. I know you don't like Shakespeare, but suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and shrugging them off is a hell of a pride-builder. You've done it before and you can do it again. Stick around for your family and all the other good things.
Hang in there, man. Offing yourself is a shitty way to get back at those who hurt you - far better to hang around and piss 'em off by surviving.
Get your cracker ass into gear and come and view some REAL very wild life.
In Tanzania you can buy off the street any medication, no prescription needed.
You want it, you know the name, you buy it from a Pharmacy (Duka la Dawa).
At most probably 20% of what you pay in SA or the USA.
STICK AROUND FOR YOURSELF.
You know this man so well that you can tell the whole world all about him and what he is like? I think not.
You've seen him how many times in your life? I know the answer to that question.
How can you mention the word "love" when you ramble on about detesting alcoholics?
Give me a f'king break.
Go back to your pathetic blog that drips of narcissistic blabber about your sad life, lost loves, and old sick people.
You say you are an asshole magnet.
No, dear, you are just an asshole.
Livey...Are you trying to push his hand?? Of course, I don't know Rob like you seem to think you do, but I do know this, a person teetering on the edge (especially one filled with pride) doesn't need someone daring him to jump. That's how I read the two lines below. This is your idea of loving someone??
"you were as smart as you say you are, you'd know this isn't the first time the drama queen has pulled this and won't be the last. "
"He won't post for a couple of days just to get everyone all worried about him, but he will be fine."
Livey, when pain (any kind of pain) exceeds pain-coping resources, suicidal feelings are often the result. No one feeling that way needs a "cheerleader" in the background almost daring him to do it.
Rob, if you're reading this....I work with people who have lost someone to suicide, and it really is the most hurtful, devastating thing you could do to those who love you. It's the final solution to what may be a temporary situation.
When my husband died, I wanted to die too. I went to bed each night and begged God to take me, and woke every morning pissed that he didn't. I hurt so badly, and couldn't image that my life would ever get any better. Ending it seemed the only way to relieve the pain. But I had kids, and just couldn't make myself do it. (Trust me, at that point in time, I almost resented the fact that I did have kids and couldn't do it because of them. Even that made me angry.) Anyway, I never imagined the life that I have now. I never imagined that I could ever be happy again.
It can get better and easier Rob. We just don't know what the future holds for us. Please, don't let the assholes get you down.
I can see now why men buy lots of lubrication and jerk off in socks.
Thank you, Deb and "anon".
You both said exactly what I wanted to, but didn't because after I read the line, "YOU are the one driving him to drink", I now know, without question or a single doubt that Livey is mentally GONE. Right around the proverbial bend.
I did talk to Cat. He's still got Rob's back and feels, as do I, that calling the Rincon 911 center or PD is the worst thing anyone could do right now, for reasons I can't get into.
It's a sweet thought but don't do it.
It really would only make a bad situation worse.
And, just to ease your minds about Livey SHOVING Rob over the edge... I also talked to Paul and that will be handled also.
Cat's known him longer than any of us, better, too.
He knows the situation and will let us know if there's anything TO know.
I trust him.
(In fact, right now, I sorta see him as Bo Gritz, the guy who ended the Ruby Ridge situation... ie. the one person who stands the best chance of not fucking this up...)
Let Rob know you care,
Tell him what he means to you.
But, don't do anything OVERT or aggressive with this. (Like calling cops or Rob's family members...)
If there IS anything to "handle", Cat will do it better than any of us could.
Best thing any of us can do right now is keep 'em both in our prayers.
(And, I can see that Tessa, who is OBVIOUSLY looking into a mirror as she types, is gonna be the next one who needs to be nuked...)
Stevie: This is not your blog. Commenters should have the right to voice their opinions without being threatened by you. I will do so unless and until the blog owner bans me. If you are suggesting by 'nuked' that someone, at your bidding, might do something that is clearly illegal, please rest assured I have the capability of seeing that person wouldn't want to try that again. You exhibit obvious stalker tendencies, among others, and have always paid me way too much attention for my own comfort.
Deb, above, wrote: "I never imagined that I could ever be happy again."
Thats what it takes to fight discouragement, disappointment, and dispair, and to set goals that make better things happen.
Relationship repair skills are possible through counseling; emotional repair is possible, and physical improvement is possible through competent professional care.
However, this man needs to be left alone, to gather his wits after getting knocked off balance. (No need to place blame to complicate issues here.)
He will assess what needs to be done, and decide wether to do it - or not. A man's choice is his destiny.
Tess, don't flatter yourself, who would want to stalk you?
Rob is likely having a great time reading this and knowing the wishful thinking freak up north might get some of his attention.
"Nuked" is personal computer terminology that a friend and I use, you idiot.
And, IGNORING you doesn't seem to work very well, now does it?
Rob telling you to FUCK OFF also doesn't seem to work.
Why do you INSIST on making him go through all the work (which it is to him, he's not good with this kinda shit, as he has said before) to ban your silly ass if you care so much about him, hum?
Get the fuck over yourself.
Really, you aren't worth the sweat under my tits to me, you pompous douchebag.
(Though, I will admit that if I were to hear that you'd died from a car accident, beheading, natural causes or your own hand, what EVER, it'd not give me a moments pause. In fact, it would probably make me feel very relieved for Rob, among others, since you soooo can't seem to take a hint and piss off.)
"A hint" hell...
Make that a DIRECT REQUEST from Rob himself, now that I think abou it...
ack...ack...help me, Stevie...*choke*...St...St...gaaaassssp...
What da hell's ailin' ya, Bane-ster?
Whatcha chokin' on?
(And, please do pardon my giggling...)
Stevie: I know very well what nuke terminology means in computer circles. I also know what the legal ramifications are if used in an intentionally destructive way against someone else. Most decent people don't think those threats are amusing or justified, even if against someone they dislike. As far as your calling me an idiot, I think most people here have figured out why I continued to comment for the last few days. You haven't. Even your 'friend' has taken to commenting anonymously. So would I. ThankYou for your eager assistance. You far exceeded my expectations. ;)
Hey dude, if you do off yourself, can I have your guns?
Hey Rob, I don't know you & have no idea how to help but don't give the jerks the satisfaction. And speaking from experience, you can make do with over the counter Ibuprfofen; just take enough to make up 1600MG and it works just as good as the prescription stuff; I use it for migraines and couldn't survive without it.
Oh, believe me, I've tried to get Brainless Asshole (since "Idiot" isn't favorable) to come on over to Xfire, but the blowhard chickenshit won't do that.
Besides, I doubt I'd even open a virus-laden email from that disgusting mess anyway.
And, Brainless Asshole, it's obvious that you have no idea what "nuked" means between my friend and I, because there are no "legal ramifications" to it.
Also, you can rest assured that "anon" is also not the friend I'm referring to about that.
And now, probably a bit too late, I am going to follow Chablis' lead and refuse to acknowledge your pitiful and useless existence ever again, you scum.
All lame attempts at clever humor aside, I for one in all seriousness have to say that I'm seriously more than usual worried about this and genuinely fear for Rob's safety. I KNOW the pain he's going through with his shoulders and the statistics on untreated pain patients really commiting suicide are frightening.
I also agree that calling the police or 911 would be the worst thing to do. I'm assuming that the usual suspects who live nearby have checked in on our cranky old cracker to make sure he's still okay. If you haven't please do.
Rob, you always write about how much you hate the nanny state and how others always think they know best for YOU even if they've never walked in your shoes (and I mean that in a general "you," not specific to you, Acidman). So I'm gonna take a page out of your book and say this--I have no clue how badly you are in pain. I have no inkling at the misery that you are currently living with. That being said, you do what you think is best for yourself. If you TRULY believe that having a sound and wickedly bright mind in a pain riddled body is no longer worth living for, then you'll do it and the world will be a sadder place for having lost your voice. But if you think that this pain MIGHT in some way, shape, or form eventually be managed, you get your ass on the horn and you call every fuckin' pain management clinic within a 200 mile radius of your home and you get your shit squared away.
And one thing that is NOT meant to be sarcastic or in any way mean-spirited...if you DO chose to kill yourself, please don't leave a mess for your daughter to clean up. She doesn't need that kinda lingering psychic pain added to whatever she has in general every day life, ok?
If you really must end it all, at least take a few people with you. Hell, I've read you for a long time and would feel kind of gypped if you didn't.
One nut . . . so many squirrels.
Buck up, Smif, and be who you really are.
No fun arguing witchoo when you are like this.
Know why most women don't watch sports like guys do? They can't stand to sit in a room for three hours with each other.
And if Rob's going to off himself he isn't going to announce it to the whole damn world. They never do.
I got dibs on the Martin. Rob promised me at Jekyll.
I agree with ChrisG.
If you are going to take yourself out, take some scumbags with you. Maybe some bangers or, better yet, some loud-mouthed Islamic radicals. There has to be a bunch of them in Atlanta. They tend to congregate in big cities like flies to shizzle.
Now that's a legacy the kids can be proud of:
"Old Cracker Kills 10 Islamists at Local Mosque"
Just give it some thought.
Till the next time.
Then--bombs away again.
You da Alpha Squirrel, tho.
Dear Drama Queen:
Do it, or don't do it. But, for God's sake quit whining about it.
.. shit, Velociman.. you can't even play guitar...
Damn, a funeral in July in Georgia, what a cruel bastard.
Oh you people are so mean.
I stumbled across his blog about a year ago or shortly before he went to detox. I must say, he is one sick s.o.b. but I find his ramblings to be mildly amusing if not a bit childish. What I don't understand about his blogging friends is why the hell does anyone put up with his temper tantrums and rude behavior? I'd personally have to stomp a mudhole in his scrawny cracker ass if he spoke to me as he has spoken to others. He's obviously a pretty vile human being. Ex wives aren't always the cunts men like to portray them to be. Little boys aren't always "kept" away without good reason and daughters don't turn queer without other good reasons. Sounds as though he's done a wonderful job of fucking up other peoples lives as well as his own. As far as I'm concerned he would be doing a public service by putting himself out of everyone else's misery! What a pussy.
Rob is dead you fighting asswads. Hope you enjoy carrying on in his absence. The world has lost an awesome man.
It is true. It is horribly, unendingly, unfixably, true.
I meant...Is this true? Renee, Upset ?
My sincere apologies if I sound snarky but the dramatic one liners only leave people guessing what the hell is going on. Could someone in-the-know please step up and offer an update on the situation?
Here's an update from someone in the know: Rob Smith died and more details will be forthcoming. My fiance worked with him at the plant and the plant has been notified that Rob died.
Renee I say bullshit.
You're a troll.
Thankyou. And again, I'm sorry for sounding snarky there........
what sad news this is.
fer shits sake people settle down! I got a call from Sam, Robs daughter this morning and she doesn't even know what is going on, neither does anyone in her family. So I doubt "the plant" would be notified before family.
Let Robs family deal with this in peace and stop your bullshit. Please!
Livey, why don't you let them deal with it in peace? Why the hell would his daughter call you if she doesn't have a clue as to what's going on? Maybe you called her? The truth is something foreign to you, isn't it?
You are the worst kind of woman. Nag, nag, nag. Living with you must the ultimate nightmare for any man. STFU.
. Does he troll your blog and leave nasty comments?
You really need to get a life.
Keep in mind Rob met his ex-wife at the plant and she still works there. Do you think maybe she would be notified? I think she would, and I think maybe that's how people at the plant found out.
Rest in peace Rob.
SAM: My condolences to you and your family.
Can't post at Sam's announcement, so:
He's not hurting anymore, and I'm glad for that, but gods, the rest of us are hurting. I didn't even know the man, just his writing, and I hurt.
Just...Damn. Damn it all.
"A great light has gone out."
I've read this blog for a long time now. I wish him peace.
My sympathy for his daughter and his son.
So sorry to hear, Sam. Best wishes to you and your family. Rest, Rob. No more pain, man.
I'm so sorry for your family's loss.
My deepest condolences.
I regret never having had the opportunity to meet your dad face to face.
Still, the times we'd spoken on the phone; the mail exchanged....... I have lost a friend.
The world has lost a great voice.
G'bye, Rob. Rest in Peace.
Sloop New Dawn
I truly am sorry to read this news. My thoughts and prayers are with Rob's family. *hugs*
Rest in peace, my friend.
Thanks Sam for posting. My condolences to all your family. Your Dad will be missed.
Sam, thank you for the news.
My prayers are with you and your family at this difficult time.
Rob inspired me with his openness about his trials and tribulations. I shall miss reading his daily thoughts.
I Worked with Rob and his ex-wife. I found out this morning that he had passed away. It's really sad to look back and read all this crap. None of yall have a clue.
Sam .. Thank you for sharing the sad news of Rob's passing. Please accept my condolences for you and those you know loved him. Know that even at this remove, he will be missed. DJS
Rest In Peace, Rob. You will be missed. Thank you for telling us, Sam. Many thoughts and prayers will be with you and your family.
Sam, my deepest sympathies for your family in this time of loss.
I'm so sorry Sam. Wishing for strength for you and your family.
Rest in peace, Rob.
Bye man. I'll miss you. Glad you got a kick out of my dogs.
This is a very sad day. What a waste of precious life. My heart aches.
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I'm gonna miss the irreverant S.O.B.
...see you on the flip side, Acidman, blogfather.
Somebody who has a password, please delete "Double's" comment, if not this entire post. A lot of these comments have been tasteless, but that takes it. For anyone who has equally tasteless sentiment, suicide clauses only last two years. We all hope and pray it wasn't suicide because we know the fire in him, no less. His estate holds plenty of value as is. And yanking something he said because he was upset over a fight with one of his closest friends was the right thing to do.
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Halo, maybe she just didn't want that to be the last thing people remember him writing. Or maybe it pained her to look at it and it wasn't about money. Or maybe she didn't want her little brother to stumble across it someday?
Why be a dick? God.
Thanks Sam, and I'm sorry you even had to read that.
Someone removed the last part of this blog where Rob says what he is going to do.