Big Teds Diary Blog 2017.....

[Blue]

Hard to believe drink's stories are all true. He makes gambling sound glamorous. I've been gambling all my life since the age of 15 and if there's one thing about gambling that I know for sure it's that it's anything but glamorous. Depressing would be a much better description. 

[El Chapo2017]

If Teddy is not going to post, we can at least read drinkyourmilkshake's latest:

 

Find your passion [/size]

Alot comes to light when you spend time with family. It seems the more I spend with my father the less I know or was privy to knowing. My dad isn't ordinary in a fatherly sense. He never went to my little league games, we never discussed the birds and bees. We did drink 40 ozs of malt liquor and roll a joint when I was in my late teens occasionally. We had music and books to discuss not much else. [/size]

 

My mom is so far opposite of my father that I sometimes believe that aliens must have somehow morphed into her soul for a year and somehow I became one with a universe she isn't completely sure happened. [/size]

 

My mother speaks of my father in stutters.. my father speaks of my mother in tones of adoration and love. My father wanted to be a husband, a working man and a dad but he couldn't... he loved the nightlife. The blues and jazz clubs, the sounds of last call, the last song of the night that he could play one eyed shut hand to harp, harp to lips. [/size]

 

He grew tired and broke and broke and tired long after most would have predicted a college educated man with a mother and father whom he called monthly to tell of his false triumphs and son who he tracked down for a small loan here and there. He was 47 years old with warrants in Idaho and Colorado for forgery and a list of friends turned enemies. He had swapped the bottle for a pipe or lightbulb and he had run out of options. [/size]

 

Living in a van with a friend they pulled into the driveway of the California home he left 30 years prior only to not be welcomed with open arms. There was concern and rules for even visits to his mother, sisters, nephews and nieces. [/size]

 

I was 22 years old living on 8th and logan 6 months after my pool cue, a tv and leather jacket sat in a pawn store when I recieved the call. My sweet grandmother who called whenever she saw it was snowing to make sure I was safe. She called at 10 pm! Her voice frantic and not at all the normal tone. She said, "your father is in surgery" and I had so many thoughts but mostly concern for my grandparents right then. They had been through so much and to have this happen, a heart attack right in their kitchen.[/size]

 

They demanded I dont come out and spend money I didn't have. They called every 3 hours and after a quadruple bypass, a stint put in place brought on by years of drug abuse, alchohol abuse, cigarettes and hard living had finally done what I always feared for the man who claimed he loved me. [/size]

 

6 months later phone calls would come every tuesday at 3 pm. They began innocent enough. What was the weather, whats the new dogs name.. smoochee! What kind of man names a dog that! Hows poker? Are you good? You won how much? Maybe one more question a week. Always reserved, always brief. [/size]

Then one day that person said I have a job and I have a chip. My dad in the 23 years of my life had never had a job, he may have ran some phone scam but this was a 9-5 job working at a boat factory. [/size]

 

It took a while for me to grasp things. He would say I quit smoking 3 weeks ago, Im on the patch. Id think we will see how long that lasts. Next week he would say I got to get to a meeting.. I would think whatever floats your boat pops. [/size]

Then came taking my mom to church. We have been reading the bible... yeah ok. [/size]

 

It was around 10 months after his heart attack when he was cooking breakfast for his mom and dad when his father had a heart attack. He rushed him to the very near hospital and while in a hospital bed. My grandfather said, I forgive you. [/size]

 

My grandmother and father spent everyday together for the next 3 years until she also passed. My father became the best man he could in quick time. [/size]

He spent many days at a cemetary, at a church, in a meeting hall, in rehabs just trying to get it right. [/size]

 

Around 10 years ago he called me and the usual questions arose. How much am I up or down for the week? Have you decided when you are coming out to commerce etc. What am I listening to? Then very quickly he said, Im going back to school. He was 58 years old and he was going to walk to school every day. [/size]

He had to get a degree to give back the way he decided he was ready to. [/size]

 

My father graduated age 61 alchohol and drug rehab specialist cs-f. [/size]

He has run the hardest drug and alchohol detox center in anaheim for 10 years. Many hours and I imagine some weeks completely free of charge. [/size]

 

He explains this week my shift starts at 4 so I go to starbucks (they give him a free cup or two hes treated half the city mind you) at 2. I get to my office at 215 and I have so many cases they can only pay me for 8 hours, I cant get to everybody in just 8 hours. I take everyone to the 10 pm meeting, then we do group at midnight.. they go to bed and I got to log everything. This job pays less than a fast food manager makes. [/size]

 

He talks about abnormal things in a very normal tone. So my Coworker Jose and I have to tackle this guy who's trying to run into the highway because he can't take the withdrawls a second longer. We are at church and a guy escapes the group and we find him across the street drinking the hand sanitizer. He never flinches, never shies away from his past. You see that hotel on venice beach? Jim and I shot dope for 3 days before anyone realized we were living there! [/size]

 

He prays alot. Not normal once a day. He has a list. He meets you and thinks you need praying for he writes it down and everyday he calls it nap time.. its prayer time, meditation time. Every night when he gets home the same. There's alot of crosses. [/size]

 

I resented it. He was not religious. He feels saved and was put here for a reason, survived stabbings, meth, crack, heroin and hep c. I felt jealous at first. Not so much anymore[/size] He loves jesus but when someone says they pray for 200 people a day but you are number 1.. well gosh darnit dad. [/size]

 

He picks me up from commerce and said are all those chips yours? I say they better be and grab racks. He walks with the racks to the cage like its a heist.. just a little faster than normal[/size] he calls every sunday during football season to see how Saturday went. He knows I pay or get paid mondays he calls every Tuesday. [/size]

 

This past week on a very long drive where he explained how he never believed he would live this long and how scary but exciting it is. He is getting married june 10th, Im the best man. [/size]

I asked him why he never worried about my gambling? He stated thats your passion. I'd never interfere with your passion. You would never interfere with mine. [/size]

He said plus you're my hero at work when we turn on the games. [/size]

My father is my hero regardless of the games, red or black ink. [/size]

Weighed heavy on my mind since I have been home today. Almost 18 years now my father has been living his fantasy life, his passion. There's no money, there's no glamour or praise just heartbreak and happiness. How many people can say that? [/size]

 

Take care and thanks for the space, Eddie[/size]

Ill do 2 coaches on Saturday[/size]

 

Looks like Drink jacked some copy/pasta from a 4chan thread where people post drivel like this (5 seconds before they kill themselves).

[bookbraker]

Teddy Speedbag might have to hold another "fun zone contest" just to get funds to wager.

 

 

Promise us one thing Ted......

[IAG]

Teddy. I have a plumbing question....text me if have my number...hasn't changed in 20 years.

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