I just watched a NetFlix movie here in the Cave, called To Leslie. I actually dated a Leslie, back in Seattle. I was the Paratransit supervisor, she was the dispatcher. She talked me into going to church one Sunday morning, and it went downhill from there.

Now here it is another Sunday, I'm still alive and still writing. I had deleted four previous Posts because they were too honest, and I just undid that.

The movie story about Leslie was that she won a $180K Lottery in a small town, where she was raising her son as a single mom.

It ruined her life, she started drinking hard, coke up her nose, she lost her young son and ended up broke and homeless on the street. She also became heavily addicted to alcohol.

Then she went back to her small town, a totally broke loser, even her son bailed on her as she slept by the dumpster downtown. Any money she got took her straight to the bar.

But, with the help of a small motel owner she got straight, got her son back, and fell in love with the motel guy.

It's called To Leslie, on NetFlix, and you're welcome...

The movie made me think about my own situation. If my grand-daughter had not rescued me from Tennessee, I would be living under the Hwy 43 bridge South of Lawrenceburg, TN, or be dead.

I haven't figured out how to stop drinking this time. I remember the whole year I went straight back in Idaho, and the month I lasted in Tennessee.

I think what happened recently is that I ran out of reasons. No woman and no kids in my life. I was looking forward to seeing if my relatives were really on the other side.