Nothing Absolutely Nothing

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this good. I’ve heard from Joey and he said, “I’m better than okay, I’m good.”

I’ve made amends for my jealousy and have been forgiven as long as I “not do it again.”

I’ve just finished a “Korean hot” dish of broccoli, chicken and rice. The summer breeze feels cool on my skin.  I stop at the coffee house for an after lunch and a chance to post when a young man approaches and says, ” Just been talkin’ to my sponsor and I’ve found out you’re my grand-sponsor.”

“Whose your sponsor?”


I say Jim’s last name and this young man says, “I don’t know his last name.”

“Good, ” I say. “This is an anonymous program after all.”

This guy is fairly new and he takes me too seriously. He also believes me when I say I’m doin’ “nothin'” on the internet and that it’s “okay” for him to “bend my ear.”

And he bends my ear…about how former sponsors betrayed and neglected him.

“One even relapsed,” he said. “Yeah, I’ve had bad luck with sponsors.”

“Well,” I said.”Your luck will change with Jim.”

“I think so, too.”

I wanted to get back to my post but 12 Step etiquette requires me to be patient and attentive to the newcomer. He talked a little bit more about a convention geared for younger folks in recovery.

He asked, “What do you think about it?”

“I think it’s good young folks have a safe and fun place to gather.”

“No, what do you think about going?”

“I think I’m too old.”

“I think they’d like you there.”

“That’s nice,” I said. “But I’m gonna pass.”

A few minutes later, my newcomer buddy ran out of things to say. He stood from his chair, shook my hand and said, “So long. Thanks for talkin’ to me.”

“Any time,” I said. “Listen to Jim. He’s a good man.”

He walked out the door and I returned to my blog post.


About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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