sobriety.revelations.reckoning
When I woke up this morning I had a text from my friend S. She sent me a twitter photo with the caption R thought this was you, I did too. It was a photo of a beautiful actress made famous by a well known series. From only that specific angle, we could be twins. […]
About two years ago I traveled 3 hours to go see my biodad. I had absolutely no desire to; but my partner at the time was in the same field as my affluent step mother; it seemed stupid not to utilize a professional resource. He lived about .3 miles to the ocean on Vero Beach, […]
I have a clear and concise vision regarding what I’m about to write, other times, like now, I just really don’t like the vibe of the last blog and feel the need to clear the air. Burn some sage, cinnamon incense. Do a few smoke rituals, scatter a handful of crushed herbs, purify crystals. Re […]
Day 145 and I’m not exaggerating when I say I want to drink more today than I have since this entire sobriety endeavor began on 6/30/20. Not even sure exactly why; I just know it’s gray, drab and chilly out. Candles are lit, Hightown is cued up on free day 3 of Starz and all […]
I’ve read all of the memoirs. The more deviant and fucked up the better. For a long time, I hated the last 30 pages of most; the part where the protagonist gets better. I prefered an ambiguous ending; I could relate to that more. Where, even with family support and 3 rehabs, you’re not quite […]
My introduction to the song from this gif was thanks to Stanley Kubrick. There’s a bit in Clockwork Orange where Alex and his crew fatally(?) beat a homeless man while singing it. I’ll never understand how Kubrick was able to make Alex such a sympathetic character; perhaps I’m the weird one for viewing him in […]
pation. Is there anything sweeter? Yes, but not much. Whenever I hear the word I think of one particular college winter break near the turn of the century. Beth and I spent the week hanging out in a large, drafty 4 bedroom house in College Park, MD. being typical wild whimsical 19yr old’s with fuchsia […]
Perception is a funny beast. This morning, when I was walking to the beach, in my ballcap, bikini and flannel, I looked around at the fellow early morning sand steppers. There were just a few; two families, a fitness guy, a fisherman and a handful of older women. Sitting cross-legged on a rainbow towel, writing […]
My friend Steve used to fuck words up on purpose. He’d say ridunkulous or ricockulous and make any number of filthy, expletive infused conglomerations. He was one of the funniest and most depraved people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. When I moved to FL in 2014, we’d reignited our 20+ year childhood friendship, cemented […]
People have a lot to say about fear and love. Can one exist without the other? Is fear necessary? Is it a hinderance? One thing I know; fear increases with age. One of the hardest things ever was watching my previously fearless father melt into a paranoid, terrified infant in the face of lowy body […]
