Originally Posted by DeadHead

An open letter to my fellow APC'ers........

I must open this letter with an apology and end it with a request.

I have let down my family, my friends, my delta brothers and sisters, and, most importantly, our eminence Lee Moak.

It has been approximately 6 weeks now since I first exchanged hands with the that white powered demon and since then my life has descended into chaos. What started out as a simple recommendation from a fellow crew member as a way to combat that uncomfortable, not-so-fresh summer feeling we are all familiar with has turned into fixation to which I have been unable to abstain.

It began simple enough. A few couple average shakes and applications, a refreshing little tingle, then off on my way. Before I knew it I was going through any entire bottle before noon while hiding in the ATL crew room bathroom stall feening my next fix. I wanted to tingle ALL the time, and not for just those first few minutes after application.

My wife says I'm disconnected, my kids no longer recognize me, my friends don't call anymore. Gold Bond Medicated powder has become my life as I struggle to get a handle back on what's important.

Unfortunately HIMS is unable to treat me because over the counter men's skin care product addictions do not qualify as substance addiction by the AMA. The captains I fly with want nothing to do with me on the layover as my tingling induced medicated powder benders have become well reputed throughout my base.

So here I sit, listening to Jon Bon Jovi albums, half naked, covered in Gold Bond Medicated powder. I ask you keep me in your thoughts while heeding my warning, for that lusty, sensual, tingling allure was apparently too much for this flyboy.

With warmest regards,
DH