... So it was my birthday an my ex-wife was getting remarried and I was in some church basement telling a bunch of strangers how it was a good day because I didn't have to eat out of a dumpster. That was enough to send me out on big one.
I've been thinking a lot about the first step: that I came to believe I was powerless over Total Annihilation and that my life had become unmanageable.
See my disease tells me I don't have a disease. That I'm fine. That it's my birthday and I can have one little browse, then one little post, then one little game, then two more PD marathons, then two more tournaments... Six months later I wake up in a 10K 10k permanent sight game on GameSpy. And I play at the Zone, people.
It's a disease -- an allergy of the body and an obsession of the mind. I know that now. So my name's James and today is a good day because I didn't eat out of a dumpster. Thanks.
