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This morning I woke up sober. That means this year I’ve spent more New Years mornings sober than sick. The balance has shifted to the positive side and will hopefully stay there.
I’ll never understand the appeal of the years waking up on the floor, surrounded by violent people. Drugged people, severely drunk people. Sick people. [Read more…] about This morning I woke up sober.
This is the person the Trump administration and Sessions DOJ has decided should head the White House efforts to stem the opioid crisis.
The crisis that will kill at least 60,000, closer to 70,000 in 2018. [Read more…] about White House’s Effort to battle Opiate addiction
In 1978 while tripping on acid and jacked way up on white crosses and tequila, singing Lynyrd Skynard’s “Freebird”, in possession, at the time, a respectably sized cache of unmarked firearms and various and assorted controlled substances – I found myself pissing in the parking lot of Turf’s Tavern, Middletown, trying to write my name in the snow.
In retrospect, I should have gone with “Bill”, “William” is way hard to write and I always forget to dot the “I”.
To any passersby who saw me expose my junk I sincerely apologize.
My point is to absolutely not make light or give a pass to anyone whose past behavior has caused anyone, male or female, to feel threatened or compromised.
These individuals should be held accountable for their actions, from trump to Weinstein to Spacey to Franken to whoever comes out today.
My point is you had better make damn sure your own backstory is spotless before you climb that soapbox and claim the moral authority.
I know myself and from where I come. I want no part of that soapbox. For all the harm i’ve caused, I am truly sorry.
This reviewer ArdentWays hates me, I think, I mean on a mechanical level; like an oil and water level.
I’m good with that. In a strange way this person made my day. I’ve dreaded for over a year, actually two, a really bad review. A bad, mean, hate review. [Read more…] about Everyone needs a mortal enemy
Funny, he still sits there, just outside the door, crouched down patiently waiting.
His patience is exhausting; some days, most days, all days. You can never let your guard down, I can never let my guard down.
He loves the anger, and rage. He loves the fight, the feeling and the snap of the broken bone. He loves defeat more than victory. He has a place in both, but in defeat he seems more of a friend.
Peace is a dangerous illusion, a shell game.
Watch for him on the high days, beware of him on the low days. It’s ok, I know you by name, you and I have been in this dance a long, long time.
The only truth in this alliance is the second I think you are not real, the second I think I’ve won, you’ll be there welcoming me back home.
Twenty-four years don’t count. Knowing that there is a handful or reds and quart of cheap vodka, plastic bottle, with my name on it is all that matters
Not today, bitch.
