The Sober Life,

I decided that I'd rather write these words here, to you, then on Facebook or anywhere else. I need to place them somewhere. I'll keep it short. After seven months of living in a Sober House, then moving out and into a three-bedroom house, finally renting free and clear, like a grown-up, I might go … Continue reading The Sober Life,

Damages 4, Another Bus Ride

Damages 4, Another Bus Ride Are you down? Is your imagination down? How 'bout it, one more time? Relax, keep your eyes open though, so that you can read. What a beautiful warm sunny day, not quite hot, with a just enough wind. The weekend was not a mirage, not having to work today feels … Continue reading Damages 4, Another Bus Ride

The Warehouse, Part 8

The tour continued, the darkness continued, the overwhelming knowing continued, we were not alone. I feel the same now as I did then, the queen had slipped up, getting turned around in the maze of rooms, doorways, hallways, and spray paint. She did not intend to include this room on my tour. The mistake didn't … Continue reading The Warehouse, Part 8

Damages 3, Flashbacks

The necessity of pain, who would we be without it? We will never know. For those individuals spending their entire life reliving the pain with each pull of a trigger, it can be a never-ending story, not unlike the movie Groundhog Day. (I recommend the movie) Like most of what I write, this piece comes … Continue reading Damages 3, Flashbacks

Damages Part 2, The World is a Serial Killer.

INTRODUCTION Warning, kind of a long read, but worth it... Writing used to be such an unclimbable mountain to me, something that I would never be able to achieve in my life. In fact, I didn't like writing. The love that I used to have for reading has been transformed into a new love for … Continue reading Damages Part 2, The World is a Serial Killer.