WHEELCHAIR WILLY IS DEAD- (of course he is !)

Luke 9;56 - "For the son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them".

 There could be no other outcome. This is where it goes, to the gates of insanity @ death. Though before we physically succumb to this disease, we are dead already, in a spiritual sense, dead many many years if not decades before. The people we are supposed to be, why we are on this planet, why God put us here , that person is gone away. A long long time ago.

                                                     EVIL - THIS DISEASE IS

THE ZOMBIE FACTOR;
 We are the walking dead. Though physically alive, our bodies slowly degenerate, as if body parts begin falling off by the way side. Our innards becoming a crow's nest, a mish-mash of grubs, dirt, litter, and puddle water. Brains functioning at a Frankenstein level, yes, zombie is a valid description. And I would know,  for I am an expert, a professional, if you will. This, is my turf. Been there, done it, lived it for 20 years. For I too, was one of these. Yes, I am an ex-zombie.
 I just happened to have been saved and have lived long enough to talk about it. Miraculous, this. Miracles still happen. Sometimes - sometimes not.
 Wheelchair Willy is the poster child of what this disease ultimately does to human beings. Of course, we are discussing the disease of alcoholism/drug addiction. 
                  
                                       THIS DISEASE IS A MOTHERFUCKER !

 Of a more apt description I am unaware. For those of you who have read my previous masterpiece of non-literature(LAST-BEST-ONLY-HOPE), and if you haven't, what the hell are you waiting for? Time to come out of the dark and into the light. For I do this for you, reader. Time to get off the schnide ! And enter my world of truth, justice, the American way !
 Oops! Sorry, my A-D-D kicked in again, did it not? 
                        
                                                  BE STILL @ KNOW I AM GOD !

ok, good, i'm back. Phew ! Close call that one. One of these days I may never come back. Then, whatcha gonna do ? So, catch me if you can ! Are you there  for me ? Cuz, I am HERE-THERE-EVERYWHERE for you ! (Beatles ! thank you very much !).

Where were we? Willy, yes, same said bloke from LBOH-CH. 3. You just cannot make stuff like this up. The absurdity, the irony, if it were not true, I would not believe it. If it was not so tragic, it would be hilarious. 
 Yeah, Willy is dead, dying in a most ridiculous set of circumstances I've ever known. To refresh, Willy-boy, a rock bottom drunk in the neighborhood. Wheelchair bound and hammered everyday, a wet brain drunk for the ages. On the streets as long as anyone can remember, about as pathetic a  form of a human being I have ever encountered. And I can relate. For there was a time, I was one of these. I am not pointing a finger nor judging. I am relating the dark ugly facts of this goddam disease, and what ultimately, it does to people.

SHOWTIME;
  As an ex-zombie and working in the liquor business for many years I am trying to establish my credentials to you. A professional like no other, I've been on every side of this equation. Well placed to discuss this arena from every angle(the dumpster view being the harshest of memories). 
 Willy, smashed everyday, had a wife I became acquainted with. Met his 20 year old son and sadly, said son is following in his poppa's footsteps. Being a Viet Nam vet, Willy collected a disability check for whatever his affliction was. Most of the money went to his wife. Willy got an allowance for his booze. Separated for many years, the happy couple did not live together. Who the hell could live with Willy anyway? But he has been on the streets for way too long and he was getting on in years(64). Said wife seemed like a nice enough woman. We would talk on occasion, not a lot, but enough to gain some facts on the situation. 

**HOLD ON TO YOUR HATS FOR YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS **

A new plan is developed, sounding reasonable, good for all. Wife is gonna get Willy off the streets. At his age, being a drunk, a dangerous life-style indeed. An easy target for the criminal element. Get Willy off the streets for his health and overall well being. Yes, all good.

              **RED-ALERT - THIS IS THE SHIT-PISS- FUCK ME SEGMENT** 

Also, to prevent Willy from some dumb-ass accident. Getting killed or maimed(for he was already a cripple in every sense of the word), was an everyday possibility. Every time I saw Willy I was amazed he was still alive. Often saying, "how is this son-of-a-bitch still alive?"(IMPORTANT-THIS). I recall saying, "one of these days, this sorry asshole is gonna roll into the streets and get drilled by a car".

                                    **FLASH - CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP ! **

The wife and I spoke about all of this. Telling me she is setting Willy up in an apartment in her neighborhood. Keep him close and off the streets. Way too dangerous. Not gonna live together but close, trying to keep him safe and alive. I felt this was a good plan agreeing with everything she said. I wished her good luck and we said goodbye.

FLASH FORWARD 1 MONTH ;

 You starting to catch my drift? For this is unfuckingbelievable. 
 Wife enters store. 
ME; Hi, how are you?
WIFE; Not good.
ME; No? How come?
WIFE; Willy is dead.
ME; OMG ! (though not surprised) - What happened?
WIFE; Plan was working. Willy in his apartment, drinking of course, but off the streets. All good.

                       (and then . . .  even the best paid plans go to hell. I shit you not. What was done to prevent Willy's demise, backfired).

WIFE; Couple of days ago, Willy rolled into the street in the neighborhood, got drilled by a car and died.

                           LET'S ALL TAKE A MOMENT AND SOAK THIS IN

Do you fucking believe this? Irony abounds, the absurdity ! The world can be a cruel place. The unique ways we drunks find to die is so pathetic I can't stand it ! But, in a sick perverse way, the way our world seems to work, this makes total and complete sense in my eyes anyway. Of course Willy died this way. For there is justice in this world, karma if you prefer. It could not be more absurd, thus making perfect logical-illogical sense.

                                       AND WHEELCHAIR WILLY IS DEAD 

I choose to believe the wife tried to do a good thing. However, the ridiculous life of a drunk leads only to a ridiculous death. I hate to say it, but it's almost goddam funny. Of course Willy died this way for this is how he lived. The life of a drunk, absurd-ugly-pathetic, and we die in the same vein. Just another stat. Another drunk living a useless life and dying in same fashion. Can't make this up. No one would believe it.

                                   ***************************************

Sweet Jesus, how I do not miss that world ! A miracle any one of us ever get out alive. Miracles do happen, for I am one. Alive-healthy-sober 18+ years now. How didn't I die? Luck? yes. Grace of God? sure. The human body can absorb an incredible amount of abuse, to a point. 
 My life was meaningless,tiny. Today, only through the grace of God, am I still here. And my Guardian Angels, who keep me alive and safe one day at a time.

  Life is so short, so precious, so fragile and what I know now, being sober, is just how beautiful life is. How good- joyful- peaceful- contented with lots of laughter. And there are some beautiful people in this world. Some of them love me and I love some of them.
 I never forget how dark and ugly and lonely my life was. I try to always remember how good it can be, having wept many tears of joy.  I am so blessed, having made it out alive. Though I am on borrowed time, 18+ years.

And if I happen to get hit by a bus tonight, I will not complain. For I will be sober. 
                           AND I WILL HAVE A SMILE ON MY FACE !!!!
                                                    God bless you all
                                                     God is awesome
                                             And Jesus does so rock !!!!!!!!

 CHAPTER THEME SONG; - "Willy the Wimp"  - by Stevey Ray Vaughn

  Very cool song about the funeral of some drug dealer pimp in Chicago. Very ostentatious of course. Not so much fanfare with our Willy but the sentiment is right.  Stevey Ray, another sad rock-n-roll tragedy. But this song rocks !!!!!!!                                    
                             
                              Peace n love, till the next time, I'll be thinkin of you !!
                                              
                                                             F.W. Roman 

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