Breathing my Mind into Your Face

I am becoming a better person every day, I have a lot to say. I stopped drinking and drugging. I’m focused more on hugging. I help you, you help me.

Day 1 at Rehab

I’m lying in my detox bed. I’m mad at myself for being here, again, after 24 years. I’m nervous for the future. I hope I don’t get fired. I hope I can be happy. I hope I don’t drink anymore.

I’m glad I don’t mind being embarrassed, otherwise I wouldn’t have come. Then what? DUI / kill someone / fuck up kids / die. Please get better.

Why did I spend Monday and Tuesday pounding vodka? I thought I’d get away with it. I didn’t.

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