How to Avoid Huge Ships by John W. Trimmer

Trimmer to thank for 6 months - huge ship free.' I have my beloved support group and my dearest John W.

It felt good to tell everyone that I did not fall victim to weakness. My support group had a meeting last night and I told them about my near stumble. Call it a voice in my head, an angel on my shoulder, or Trimmer's book in my glove box, but I turned right and headed home instead. I thought that maybe I could just go to the port and find one or two huge ships and it wouldn't be that big of a deal. There was a burning desire inside of me: my mouth started to salivate my hands were trembling and my eyes darted left and right as they searched for an answer. I started to imagine the wakes in the bay and the frolicking of tugs as they pull and push these huge ships in and out of the port. Turning left would have meant that I was heading to the Port of Baltimore where huge ships are present everywhere: horns blowing, sailors lashing gear to decks, and merchants teasingly gesturing to the gangplanks as they ask passersby if they want to go for a voyage on a great, big, huge ship. Last night I almost turned left out of the parking lot instead turning right, as I've done routinely for the last 6 months. We had a lot of wild nights and I was having trouble holding down my job. The rent was cheap, drifters came and went, everyone minded their own business, and once in a while a new person would come along with scale models of huge ships in Turkey. It was the perfect place to continue my pursuit of huge ships. By that time, I was so far gone that I didn’t care and I moved into a hostel. Eventually some neighbors complained and the owner of the apartment building had me evicted. My apartment became a center for trafficking huge ship paraphernalia: model huge ships, pictures, of huge ships life preserves – you name it. As my career developed, I found an apartment that I could afford and I moved out of my parents’ house. As a result, I started to sneak out at night, telling my parents that I was headed to a friend's house to watch Full House, but in reality, I was in the library, reading up on huge ships. They asked me where I go the magazine from and I said I found it and that I thought it only contained articles on small watercraft. Then one day, my mom came home early and unexpectedly caught me in the act.

I began by looking at huge ship magazines in the basement when my parents weren't around.

'I don't know if it was the pressure of early adult life or the demands of college, but I began to experiment with huge ships in my late teens.

How to Avoid Huge Ships by John W. Trimmer