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Put the amount of ground coffee in a maker that you usually do. Add exactly one half as much water. A 4-cup maker is 20 ounces of water. Add only 10 ounces. This is homemade cold brew coffee. Put 1/4 cup of this hot coffee in a small cup then add cool whip on top. This is cold brew latte.

For homemade cream put 5 ounces of hot tap water in a measuring cup then add 3 tablespoons coffee creamer powder. Add to chilled cold brew and you have cold brew with cream. Chill each for 12 hours before mixing.

Any ground coffee will do but I use the Folgers black silk variety.

The idea of homemade cold brew and cream is to save us a fortune. 8 ounces only costs about a dollar to make. Not the same as the coffee shop version but it’s close.

Anyone can afford this kind of party.

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A wandering band of saloon bums decided to free a captured friend chained to the sober life as his drunken friends calls it. He left the group of bums to live a sober life until his friends got him to drinking again wanting him drunk than sober. He died during his first binge in a while not a welcome home or a party to celebrate the return of the drunken bums. Enjoying his new life should have stayed home and lost sight of the bums gathering. His dead body laying on the ground in the dust. His friends stood looking at him minus a conscience and remorse. Take him with you now he’s back with his own kind. They talked about caring for a friend now that you are drunk you have no feeling at all. Where do you wander to next? Another friend to destroy? More booze to silence the torment of your guilt? Indian wrestle with your conscience? Stare at the grave and poke yourself until phony tears starts to flow. This is the time to share your emotions with each other and share remorse for your losses. Something drunken bums know nothing about or don’t care to. You had no interest in protecting your friend but destroying him was your first choice as it was for your own life.

You already had your punishment. A lifetime sentence to live with yourself.

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Under the dark gray sky we feel the frigid moments of our shame and guilt that will remain in the next sunny day. Booze will make the plans for your life not you. We were blinded by the bright lights and the glitter not to see the dangers within. In time turning to dark gray as the cold wind blows. Back to the party then the happiness returns? Out of the glitter then the tears and the rain. We sit in places with the same depressed feeling as a rainy day and never in a cheerful mood. Crying on the inside we sit in the misty rain looking into the distance that is dark and haunted sitting in a cemetery next to a marker with the word death on an epitaph. Why did we choose this marker? When we live a depressed life we cry in depressed areas. Feeling shame and wanting to hide we sit in an alley. Living sober we walk the land and sit in the sun and think of a moral life. Cold and wet and no dry clothes to be found. At this moment booze will not be a comfort to you. You have run out of choices being home and sober is the only one that will save you now. Find a quiet place to swim in your hardship and read books to comfort your stressful life spending time in a library. The rain storm will pass then the sun. With addictions the storm never ends and never leave the cold rain. You will arrive in one of these places after every binge you have. We tossed aside all forms of struggle in life booze being our choice and thought the party life was going to be an easy ride. It was at first but not now. Sitting by the window calmly watching the rough waters on the sea is easier than trying to swim the dangerous current. Easier to stay sober than to fight an addiction.

Be sober and drink coffee watching the rain fall from the sky and not from your eyes.

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Living the cold miserable life standing under a cold overcast morning. The sun brightens the shore but no heat for the start of the day. Drunk and depressed and wet from the rain as the cold wind blows spraying the mist of the stormy sea. Living in a hollow place like under a bridge or in a damp cave crying for the comforts of home because we decided the addictions life had better ones to offer. Our addictions use did provide us a home a dark corner to hide your grief behind boxes made of cardboard not the royal palace of a cave with bugs and bats for roommates and friends. Standing on the shore in the misty morning rain with an addiction, tears, and grief and no end in sight. Addictions have destroyed our thinking and we can’t tell ourselves where home is and no matter where we travel to the comforts of home will not be waiting for us to arrive. Here I stay in this cold miserable life where the use of addictions always feels like the cold ocean mist and standing on the shore is your home forever. The sober life was offered to you but chose the party with an unlimited supply of doses to mix up your brain and force yourself to live in boxes and the cold rain and the wet sand for a bed and the cold ocean wind as a reminder that the life of addictions was no fun after all. In times like these we think of ending our life but it makes better sense to end the addictions use instead. The sun will rise above us and a better life will be there waiting for you. All the good things life can offer us in a package deal called sobriety. Go home and enjoy the coffee.

The addictions life: Looking for a place to die.

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Bar and club patrons are there to be publicly displayed to advertise every party spot in the land. The owners want you to be as drunk as possible having the best time you ever had to advertise that their bar and club is the best place to go for a good time. They make video and pictures to send to the public or on a website to convince people that this is the only place to be for fun. Going along with the crowd is what keeps you going back there because nowhere else will be this much fun. The more people crowd in the room the better the posters will look and more people will be there. Bringing business in is well and fine but this bar and club routine and getting drunk and ruining your life has to stop. The only thing you are worth to a bar and club owner is alcohol consumption to print ads that the best fun is here. Getting drunk and wild and having fun is what bar and club owners advertise. This is what these places do putting you and a wild party on a poster to glamorize the life of booze while your health slowly declines. We all play the fool as drinkers and drug users alike. To show the world how much fun is waiting for us at every drink and drug we use. Pictures and video of several empty bottles on the bar in front of us to creating the glamorous bar and club scene. Our drunken nights and hardship mornings after routine is what we try to overcome and all the while this is happening we are the main attraction for posters trying to bring in more people to get as drunk as all the others believing they won’t have as much fun if they don’t. Bars and clubs rely on this. When you go to rehab bar and club owners won’t miss you. They won’t care about you just when you are drunk they will.

Stay sober and be a poster patron for a rehab.

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From cheerful to a slow decline to sadness to a deep feeling of blues then the recovery plans will emerge. Fear of the worst case scenario is where we pursue the sober life to rescue us. Wanting to see the return of the person the drugs and alcohol has destroyed and tossed aside. Addictions with it’s evil grin holding us captive and knowing we are unable to escape and it’s evil followers flock around to put into action their evil plans and schemes and nothing more than a large “Gathering of killers.” Depression is a deeper shade of blue that is the lowest any human can experience. What’s next? Pleading with the evil followers called drug dealers to release you from their grip. When they have made all the money they can you will be tossed into the pile along with all the other useless drug addicted rejects. Many have been there and gone and never returned and for some it’s their home forever and the next trip they take is to the cemetery. Think about it. This could be any one of us. The only way to avoid this nightmare is to never take your first dose of addictions. By staying away from it is the drug dealers’ nightmare. Better them than you. They make plans to destroy your life to put money in their pockets and you giving them a steady flow of income. When you no longer know the difference between night and day with your eyes wide open you are no longer of use and his income has ended. The addictions party is a factory that turns quality humans into the walking dead. The friend you trusted at a party is a swindler that had plans already made to destroy you.

Every business has profits and losses but for drug dealers they make a profit and we accept the losses of life.

Drug dealers are there to rip off your money and your life.

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More than a few drinks in a day instead of one now and then is a sign that the days of excessive drinking is fast approaching. Addictions announces that death is on it’s way to destroy us. Spending more time in clubs and bars or any private place to party is always a special occasion to drink. The more serious we are about drinking the less we are about life and ourselves. Life can be dull at times but the nonstop flow of booze into the body the party will end in disaster. Booze has been the menace to society for many decades and also for the people who live in them. The people who escape the craving and interest in booze will not live as a menace to themselves. Shame and grief and had enough will motivate any drinker with an ounce of sense to live sober. Only a fool will continue on. Not everyone will lose his reputation or spend his money foolishly to lose his property or die in a poor house. A large number of people will come to poverty and live a worthless life. This is your life now when the party ends. If they would have had low-cost sober parties they wouldn’t be in poverty now. As in all remorse drinkers show an excessive amount of emotion when they are drunk. Our religious feelings are dead when we are sober and rise again with excessive pity and tears in every binge to come.

Sobriety is the simple remedy for alcoholism.

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Pictures of booze and drugs and dealers and bars are well known icons of disasters. Our addiction and public folly inspiring worthless wordy talk and later the gloomy silence and sulking moods and dull humor. One of the many icons of the addictions life. The public display of our private inner secrets told in groups and secrets of friends told to strangers. Why do we choose this life of disgrace? No control of our actions and we don’t seem to care. Why don’t we? What we do know is we need to start living a moral life. Not interested? Why not? The best way to control alcohol is to not drink it at all. A drink now and then turns into several for most drinkers. There are ministers who have a bad drinking problem. They should know about the moral life and the evils of excessive drinking better than the congregation and his duty to preach it to them. Stay sober and preach him the sermon. Once a free man then became a slave to addictions chained to our hardships that we chose to live. The constant formations of hardships caused by addictions in the public gathering places that serve it has been well known for this for centuries. Has been a problem then and there has been drinkers who have turned away but not enough. Why do we walk into the life of addictions knowing hardships is ahead of us. The moral life is the better way to live so why do people push it aside and pursue addictions and in the end we become worthless and discarded and forgotten.

Public places of drunkenness are the “Icons of disasters”

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Our madness in the dark said “Our lives will be over soon” creates an intense fear and depression adding more misery to the mix. From this a frightening message is sent to us ” It will happen this night.” The chills, the shadows, the cold sweat and night air and the excessive guilt having to admit we created us. Thoughts alone could not comfort us. For now it’s the tears, the crying, and more booze to make it worse as we know it. Booze will add to our misery but the cause of our death is that we refused to live sober. Images of coffins and dead bodies will be with us asleep and awake. Walking into a store to buy a coffin for the day of our death and looking at it at home for several months then opened it. Lifting the lid a skeleton was in it which is us. Awakening from a drunken sleep opening the coffin for the first time the same skeleton was there. We lived the next few years sober then opened the coffin again this time it was empty. We drove ourselves to madness with addictions then desperate for escape the image of our own corpse came to mind. Finally admitting we are defeated then comes the question: Will you enter my confused mind to help me? We become serious about the sober life the only one that will save us. End the madness of addictions before the nightmare images become real. Have you had enough?

“End the madness before you go insane”

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Addictions use is to escape from our hardships and also from the person we became. We have a hard time living with ourselves so we invent a character to hide from us and the world. We try to cover up the mistakes we made and it works fooling other people but we stay miserable knowing we can’t hide from ourselves. We think addictions is a shield to hide our guilt and remorse and the fool we have been. Using them makes it easier to face the world again but mostly to face ourselves. During recovery we sit in dark corners knowing we are driving everyone away from us and now we feel rejected and no one will return to us. What bothers us is the possible loss of a friend or several. We need to change into a more perfect person. After we live sober the friends we lost will come back and they won’t care what happened during your drunken binges. All they care about is your loyalty and struggle to stay sober and remain the good person they knew you had the smarts to become all along. After seeing the quality person you became all your friends may follow you into the good life of sobriety. No addictions user is happy with the person they are.

Living in sobriety we take off the masks we wore pretending to be the person we never was and wouldn’t want to be in real life. We don’t choose our character we are forced to live with the person the addictions chose for us and in sobriety we can choose a better one. Best part about it nothing to hide anymore.

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