Yesterday as I sat upon my solid-gold, ruby and emerald encrusted throne in my 50-seat theatre, watching my 20' wide plasma-screen televison made specially for me by NASA at my 85 room (not including bathrooms) Houston mansion which overlooks 300 acres of rich meadowland boundaried by a ring of mighty oak trees, I watched Oprah.
I watched as author/addict/liar James Frey sat uneasily in front of millions of his readers while the queen of afternoon televison slapped him on the wrist, repeatedly. Oprah forced him to admit more of his lies in his "memoir"-- A MILLION LITTLE PIECES.
Did he apologize to his readers? NO.
Did she remove his book from her Book Club? NO.
Has Mr Frey ever worked any of the Twelve Steps? NO.
As a "clean and sober" addict, is he in recovery (in my opinion)? NO.
Does he know anything of honesty and integrity? NO.
Will he continue to make gobs of money from his lies? MOST LIKELY.
There are no victims, only volunteers.
todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
that I know the difference between EMBELLISH and LIE
that I am neither James Frey nor Oprah Winfrey
that today, Oprah features the stars of Brokeback Mountain
to have completed working step 5 yesterday with my one sponsee. He's my first sponsee to make it this far.
for breakfast with my sponsor this morning so I can tell him more about how to isolate
for dinner last night with a good recovering friend
CONFUSION IS A VERY HIGH SPIRITUAL PLACE TO BE.