Category Archives: sobriety
VII
Athenae says “writing is only real on the first draft.” So here you go. === For the second time this year, and only the third time in my life, I am holding in my hands a book with my writing in it. Yes, an actual book. Not a blog entry, not an online journal, not [...]
VI: My name is Lester Burnham…
“I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me…” There was this thing that happened on the night of August 16-17, 1987, if you’re old enough you might remember it, called the Harmonic Convergence. It was a night in which eight of the planets of the solar system were all going [...]
Just to clear up the date confusion
When I revived the blog, I went back and reconstructed some of my old sobriety posts from the archives and reposted them. Some of you might have seen these come through as reruns if you’re using a feed reader, and if you weren’t reading my blog in 2008 or 2007 or 2006 or 2004 they [...]
V
“Too much living is no way to die.” Annual report, year 5 A.D. Lost three friends to the grave, much too young. Lost more friends to circumstance. Made new friends, really good ones, and reconnected with old ones, really good ones. Lost some family. Got tighter with other family. My kids and my siblings and [...]
Me neither, H
I just don’t wanna. When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night I don’t wanna grow up Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right I don’t wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog That’s always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the [...]
I tell you the truth but you don’t believe me
Back in the day I used to think this song was about being an amphetamine addict and proud of it. Lately, though, I think it’s about being an over-employed full-time/sometimes single parent wannabe rescue hero biting off more than I can handle and not knowing how to say “enough”. Either way, the feedback helps keep [...]
It gets better
This is difficult to write, because it’s about stuff related to AA, and “anonymity is the spiritual foundation of blah blah blah”, but fuck it. A good friend of mine from college (call him E.) got in touch with me a few months ago. I knew from others that he had become a real hard [...]
Not how it works, but at least how things are
Thanks to Ashley for this anti-rant from Craig Ferguson. I try, I don’t always succeed, but I try not to make fun of fucked up addicted celebrities myself, because the only thing that kept me from being one of them was, well, celebrity. It’s long, it’s heartfelt, and it’s feckin’ brilliant.
Guided
Good days are not a guarantee. They are a blessing. Single-parenting it for a few days. Brother-in-law in town, thinking of staying. He and I and the boy and the girl dined at Vincents. Talked about movies old and new, skateboarding, pranks, music famous and obscure, sazeracs properly and improperly made, homework done and homework [...]
IV: Quadrophenia
“You’re barmy, that’s what. Staying out all hours. Gettin’ up to God knows what. Dressing like a bloody freak. Stand still when I’m talking to you! I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you’re on drugs.” “Yeah?” “Yeah….Haven’t you got a mind of your own? I’ll tell you, you’re schizophrenic, you are.” “What’s that then, [...]
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