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Now I’m no Drinking expert, however I’ve drank some excellent liqour like an expert. In the islands drinking at a young age is considered a “Rite of passage” I had my first sip at 13 – wasn’t a fan at first however, as the years an the bottle went I discovered a taste a unmatched by anthing esle…

As for the behavioural problems I can’t relate to that. I was often to drunk and horny as a field mouse chasing girls to scare up any kind of problems (Hey maybe that could be seen as a problem, but not for ME…). Just to let you know with all the girl chasing, and my excellent drinking ability I still never got any lovin though.

Now to the story at hand; recently The Online Journal Of Child And Adolescent Psychiatry and Mental Health (a heck load of “and’s” huh?)  released the research findings of a Survey conducted by The Norwegian University Of Science And Technology (NTNU). During their research they claim to have uncovered a link between behavioural problems and Adolesecent drinking – Ah, Surprising Huh!

Any how the study was based on a survey of 9000 Norwegian teenagers aged 13 -19 years ( Frankly, I’m more surprised by them being able to get 9000 teeneagers to particapate than the link to behavioural problems, what were they giving out -FREE Ipods or something?).

The study states that 80% of the teenagers had tried alcohol, while 29% claimed to have been drunk more than 10 times in their lives (80% huh, now that’s larger number than I’d expected – a nation of drinkers WOW!).

Those who claimed to have been drunk 10 times or more (mainly guys), also reported more behavioural misconduct unbecoming of a human being ( You know what I mean, the pissing contest us guys subject ourselves to and the unlucky bastard on the recieving end, vomiting, yelling, grabing girls in inappropriate places, aggressiveness – Hey it happens!).

Now of the teens surveyed, girls between 13 -16 were considered high risk for developing alcohol abuse, not because their girls(don’t want you thinking these Norwegian researchers are sloveniest pigs)  - there is a prerequisite (anxiety symptoms)…so keep an eye out for anxiety symptoms(that peer pressure is a bitch man!)…

Now here’s the “Achilles heel” in the research, Drinking is only a Link, not the Cause of behavioural problems…Even scientist can’t blame alcohol on such issues.

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Forget running, you’re not fast enough!

This rally is crash-landing at a park near you – “TAKE COVER”. We’re gonna be pushing hard; bringing all the wonder of the recovery ARMY to the masses. We’ll be sharing all our strength, hopes and joy starting on September 12th in beautiful Bicentennial Park.

Members of Narcotics Anonymous(NA), Alcoholics Anonymous(AA), Gamblers Anonymous(GA), Overeaters Anonymous(OA)… and the entire army of  the recovery community, Please stand up and be counted.

March proudly side by side with members and non-members alike and show the entire globe that we are people not freaks…We are a FAMILY and we have a “critcally active” part to play in the global arena.

For more information on how you can particpate in this crucial life changing event go to the official website: www.rallyforrecovery.com or check out the hottest social network of addicts since Facebook, twitter, or myspace at: www.intherooms.com (This Site Rocks!)

This is the event not to be missed, we’ll have a Walk, Festival, and to end the event a real live concert with musician Richie Supa , performing his PRISM AWARD winning Song – IN THE ROOMS. This event is gauranteed to bring down the house – we need your support. JOIN US!

 Peace.

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Me a few days ago; they looked as if all the blood had drained from their bodies, filtered through bleach and then reinjected back into their veins. I mean they looked “Ghost White” – not an easy feat for full blown alcoholics, our usaul facial tone is “Baby Bottom Pink” or Raspberry Red!

Now, 7 months prior I’d been drinking with 2 of my dinking budies at our local watering hole, on Sample and Powerline, if you’re a South Floridian – you know the spot. We called ourselves the “3 Drunk Men” because there was nothing wise about us, if it could be drank it was – eveporating and being devoured faster than early morning dew.

After we closed that spot down for the night, we went over to my place. How? We drove of course! Once we arrived, that’s when it happened – without warning! My teenage son barged in with his crew, drunker than a pack of monkeys on fermented fruit. I don’t know, but for the first time I saw what I must look like when I’m drunk. They bolted to his room faster than a surface to air missile. I felt like a bystander witnessing an accident from outside my own body – everything happened in slow motion. At that very moment, I said “ENOUGH!” Look what I’ve left my son – “A legacy of Alcohol Addiction.”

I’ve gone through the entire rodeo show of the 12 Steps. I’ve gotten knocked off and trampled by the bull of Alcoholism mor times than I can count, but this was the first time I welcomed it. I knew this time had to be different – “do or die”. I had a son that depised me more than satan, a broken wife that tried her darnedest to support me and my life of regret.

I called my old (AA) sponsor and practically begged him to take me back. I did this in front of my full blown alcoholic buds – of course they found it amusing. Then I told them they had to leave not because of their laughing but beacuse I’d drank my last bottle and I was going to get my shit together even if it killed me. They looked at me with pensive eyes and said ” come on man, you know and we know you’ll be right back here drinking with the rest of us within 24 hours – so save yourself the grief, let’s finish this fucking scotch and go bowling”. For a moment I almost bought into that suggestion, but the image of my ”drunk as a sunk” son was to fresh in my mind. I told them that I loved them, that I won’t be seeing them for a while and that I needed them to respect my decision. In fact, I went on to say that the next time they saw me I’d be as clean and sober  as virgins sheets.

7 months later my friends with absolute amazement plastered over their faces, see me walking out of the local EZ-Mart, not with a bottle of my beloved scotch, but with my most prized possession my family. It was a feeling you can’t pay me enough to sell. My son and I are both in recovery, attending meeting, reading theaablog.com, intherooms.com and going to as many gatherings as we can find. My wife and I are working extremely had to to fix our marriage – I’m trying to right all my wrongs. It’s not easy, but being a slave to alcohol addiction is much worse.

Peace,

Thanks for letting me share.

Foreworded to Ron Kerronian

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