Let's say I know someone who has a drinking problem.

An online friend.

I haven't known this person long, but he seems honest and open, He seems intelligent, well read, he communicates well and he is interesting. I like him.

A friendship develops, I learn more about his drinking, his life that's been in the ditch for some time and offer what help I can, albeit from half way across the country. I encourage him to seek help. We talk about A.A and the good work it's done for others. He tells me he is on the wagon, in therapy, and I have no reason to disbelieve him and continue to be a friend.

We talk spiritual beliefs, we talk art, we talk computer stuff, we talk about writing, education, our pets, our pains, and how bloody hard the battle to get right can be without support. I try, from where I am, to be a supportive friend.

Then this person says he is going to deal with his problems himself. He is going to close all the doors and begin anew and He won't be in touch anymore. I wished he wouldn't, but okay, good luck then, and God speed. It's been almost a year since I've heard from my friend. I was sad and I missed the contact, and I hoped for his higher good and kept him in my prayers.

Then he falls off the wagon, drives a train drunk, smashes head on into a van full of young scientists, one of which may have found a cure for cancer and another with promising research in curing AIDS, and another who was working on a pill to cure stupidity. They are all killed, my friend survives.

People who dislike my friend accuse me of aiding and abetting his wrong behavior.

AND THIS IS MY FAULT HOW?

There are some people in this world who just love to wallow in other peoples grief. These are the same people who can't wait to spread gossip and bad news. They are the unforgiving, holier-than-thou, know it alls, who have to control everything around them including other people's bowel movements.

Don't disagree with this pack's mindset. The pack (even if the numbers have dwindled down to a precious few. 2?) will hound you, follow you, spend hours online looking for your footprints to try to embarrass you. They still use any excuse to get in your face over slights both real and imagined. If all else fails they will bore you to death.

Before they come back here stinking the place up.... and before I'm accused of being dishonest, (How is my spelling and grammar by the way?)

According to my evil, small minded, piss ant, little trolls...
Brian Kastel has been arrested for some sort of child pornography. AND THIS TRAIN WRECK IS MY FAULT HOW?

At the risk of repeating myself...
I own everything I ever wrote, (or cut, pasted and agreed with) as my very own thoughts and feelings at the time. I do not apologize to the pack or to any rabid individual who runs with the pack. If you don't like what I think or write... too fucking bad. Go away, don't come back.

Your theatrics, school yard bulling, threats of legal actions, and temper tantrums might allow you to tell some folk when, how, and what color to shit, but I am NOT one of those folks.

I'm comfortable in my own skin. I like me, I don't want for friends or entertainment, I am loved and respected for who and what I am by the people who count. I don't ask for permission nor beg forgiveness for my personal choices and I'm not about to start.

The liar and pretender can kiss my ass, the bully can eat my shorts! They can both go climb aboard the hand basket and go to hell.