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Comment by Clay Strong on November 3, 2013 at 21:55

It's so sad, Steve. But, as addictions go, once addicted, we are afraid of the results that may occur if we attempt to go straight. I think there is some therapeutic advantage to a person caught up in this.

It is said "A knife purchase a day will keep the doldrums away." But, I can't attest to that, yet. 

Comment by Clay Strong on November 3, 2013 at 21:25

As one of the disciples of the Lord of Blades, I thank you for your dedication. 

Comment by Jan Carter on November 3, 2013 at 20:53

I have a bit of a different story.  I have never tried to stop but somewhere between coming off a mountain with a message and buying a photo capable tablet I heard a voice....If you build it they will come, Ye shall all collect knives!!!!

Comment by Clay Strong on September 30, 2013 at 17:03

Great story Craig. I like the extra touch of playing on the "Beverly Hillbillies" theme song. Now I can't get it out of my head.                                  ♫ Let me tell you a story about a man named Craig......♫ 

Featured Comment by Craig Henry on September 30, 2013 at 16:57

Cass gets upset when she hears from the bathroom...."I CUT MYSELF, I CUT MYSELF!"

My story?

♫ Let me tell you a story about a man named Craig......♫ 

It was a bright sunny day, and I could spot a knife being carried for miles. It had been a while since I had acquired a new knife and I was desperate.  I could tell by the way he walked he was carrying a knife. Right pocket. He walked with just a slight short step with his right leg. I quickly tore holes in my clothes and rubbed dirt all over my face and arms. I threw myself at his feet and begged...."PLEEEASE dear sir, can you spare a knife for a broken down old man?" "I haven't had a knife in weeks!" Cass came over and said "Craig, you're pathetic, get up were going home".

Comment by Clay Strong on September 30, 2013 at 1:36

I went cold turkey. They say I was found at the door of a gun shop in the middle of the night, mumbling to myself. My belt and shoes had been taken by someone. No one had reported that I was missing. No ID was found on me. So, the law held me for 72 hours and turned me back out on the street. I stumbled around for I-don't-know-how-long. A punk came up on me wielding a knife, demanding that I give him my jacket. As I was taking it off, I discovered my billfold. The sight of the knife had triggered my memory of  who I was. I talked him into going to an ATM to get the cash to buy his knife. Being myself again, I held the knife on HIM, got my stuff back, had a good talk with him about the direction he had taken in life, bought him a better knife, and sent him on his way. Remembering that I had a wife, I called her to come get me. She asked "who ARE you? " After promising to seek help for my knife addiction, she reluctantly came for me. I'm doing better now. She lets me play with my knives sometimes.   What's your story?

Comment by Jan Carter on September 29, 2013 at 9:01

Craig,

Hey I thought thats where the knife magazines and catalogs belonged???

Comment by Jan Carter on September 29, 2013 at 9:01

Clay,

LOL on the book!!!!

Comment by Clay Strong on FridayDelete Comment

Jan, I think there's a book in the making. "How I Became An Enabler Through Spiritual Awakening" The story of a woman who heard a voice, climbed a mountain, and returned, bearing a laptop with a message from above,                              "Ye shall all collect knives."

With comments from her flock of followers.  

Comment by Clay Strong on September 28, 2013 at 2:14

I can hear it now. "Are you playing with those knives again? Nooooo!! "

Featured Comment by Craig Henry on September 27, 2013 at 23:58

You know you're hooked when you .......

Use bathroom time to look at knives.

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