Derailed The party was in bloom and my balance was unsteady from the amber fluid behind the yellow label named Kessler. My eyes drooped and my speech sounded like it was being translated through a blender. I went to my bedroom to pass out. In the bedroom I leaned on a chair and boom the floor said hello. As I picked myself of the floor, Jeff asked," What are you doing?" "Going to bed," came …showed first 75 words of 1093 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1093 total…JUST SAY NO.' I knew I wasn't practicing what I preached and no longer was worthy. I now realize that I have a problem and work at it every day. I've found peace and don't want to lose it. I found that one childhood rhyme says it all, Engine, Engine, number nine going down the Chicago line if the train fall off the track do you want your money back? My answer is No!