I fell of the wagon. Oh hell, jumped more like it. Jumped screaming GERONIMO!!!!! at the top of my lungs. Now I'm crawling back up that steep, jagged cliff only to find this place a desolate and abandoned ghost town. It seems I was the last inhabitant long ago and am the first to rise from the dead.
I'm a drinker (milkshakes and iced tea mostly), a gambler (I gamble with my health everyday I carry these pounds, right?), a wanderer (got lost from here and now am found), an addict (carbs by IV) & a sinner (don't get me started).
I'm not the only one either.
'Fess up. Hitch your pony up to the post and come on in the saloon.