Go Fish (from David)

David sent me this blog post. It is dated October 11, 2009.

David writes:

We were out fishing the day before I went to court. It was me, my brother, my brother-in-law, and a guide. We were off the Emerald Isle coast fishing for Spanish mackarel. We caught one, but then went cold. We saw a school of what the guide called fat alberts or tunis. Kind of like a tuna, but not real good to eat. But they are great fighters. We pointed the boat to the school, cast it out, and landed one or two. The school would go under and another would pop up a ways away, so we would drive over there real fast, catch a few, then move on to the next one. It was a great rush and lots of fun, but after a while it got a little boring doing the same thing over and over, so we decided to go in. Pornography addiction is alot like that. I would find a site or type of pornography that seemed to really fill my needs and I would chase it until it lost its lure. Then I would move on to the next type. And it seemed like I needed to find something more taboo, more extreme to get the same rush. It was an endless chase with a disastrous ending. If you're in the midst of chasing the next pornography high, now is the time to head back to the dock before it is too late. Reach out and ask for help.

God bless,
David