Got out a few days ago, but I'm on a really slow computer now, so if it takes a while for me to reply to a post, bear with me. Who wants to say welcome back first?

may you have the strength and tenasity to be successful in your endeavor to turn your life around

may much good come to you

and welcome back

Did you see smokey while you was in there

Welcome back!!!!

Stay true!!!!

Welcome back. Now get your butt to a meeting.

You know, I was in a residential treatment center in Utah for over 14 months..good job for making in through I know its tough!! But welcome back!!!!!!!!! Love always, Safina

Welcome back Snuff. Hope all is well...........

Tough? It totally sucked, but I did get away from my dealer, which was the most fundamental part of staying sober, and I did get some good counseling. The hardest thing was being locked down in a wing of a hospital for too many days to count, but the best part is that rehab is a great place to meet women you have something in common with. And I can take pride in the fact that I'm one of the few hippies out there that doesn't do drugs, and is trying his best to keep his mind sharp. I moved in with my friend in Austin TX who is supposed to be a recovered addict as well as a drug counseler, but he has he has half empty bottles of liquor all over his house, which strikes me as strangely ironic.

All is well indeed.

All righty whitey, this high speed connection is about as high speed as a volkswagon bug, and frustrating as hell. I'm about to go see if I can get a stream from Grateful Dead radio to play. I'll check in with you's all later.

I am not one to say
"Under every skirt is a slip"
but you might want to avoid emotional entanglements for a while.
And my experience is to stay away from women in recovery.

Welcome back..hang in there.

Welcome back, take one day at a time.. good luck!

welcome back Bro!!!

Welcome back

Take it one day at a time...you'll be ok.

Welcome back!

Everyone tells me that, and I do understand the psychology behind not dating someone you were in treatment with, or even exchanging personal information as far as that goes, which is that you can mistakingly interpret the emotions of going through a shocking expierience, such as rehab, for a romantic bond, but but I have needs which aren't being met right now.
This really cool gutter punk chick was in there, to deal with the depression and post traumatic stress from waking up next to her husband who died in his sleep fron sleep acnea less than a year ago. Our personalities, as well as our twisted sense of humor, totally compliment each other. Her hair is black and blue, and she has really cool tattoos all over, which is a huge turn on for me
There was a girl there for a short while, who had the maturity level of a not too bright eight year old, and bugged the hell out of everybody, including me, with the same idiotic jokes over and over again, except Crystal, the gutter punk, whose maternal instinct shined, in the form of patience and understanding. She had the best mothering skills I have ever witnessed. We both leaned on each other for support, as we made each other smile, and did form a bond.
Plus, her tounge is pierced and she said she's really good at using it when I asked her what she was good at one night. I'll have to admit, I've always wondered what a tounge stud feels like. Come Saturday, my dry spell is over, and I'll unlock the mystery of the tounge stud as well as how you kiss a girl with two rings in her bottom lip without sucking air. That is of course, unless I totally screw things up on the phone, somehow, between now and then.

Welcome back Snuff. Hope all is well..

(((Snuff)) welcome back ya big jerk...