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Privileged Dreams
I successfully left reality behind but I didn’t enjoy stuffing myself with shit. The genitalia was cool, but I didn’t enjoy the extra three pounds the next morning nor the headache.
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Always on Drugs
I can’t decide if I want to always be on drugs or if I’d rather be completely straight edge with the exception of Lipitor for cholesterol. By seven this morning I’d already had: This evening it will be my goal to not smoke a joint. If tonight is like last night I will not achieve…
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Scare Parenting
I dreaded my Dad’s look of disgust and disappointment when I would fuck up. He’d say, “What the hells the matter with you?” and “You jerk” to really get me down. I’m trying to reverse this behavior with my parenting style.
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Wife Throws Up
She had a bad case of the heaves and needed to get her head in the toilet stat. I helped her get situated for a long puke session, closed the door to drown out the groaning, guttural regurgitation then went back to bed.
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Male on Male Emotion
Once we’re done bullshitting about Michigan State sports, so and so’s great tits, and everything the kids have going we get more into what living our best life means, what pisses us off, what we can do to help each other.
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Are the Kids Okay?
I’m sure they had the same nervousness I feel when I’m around a drunk person. Walking on eggshells because they’re so unpredictable. One minute I could be screaming Weezer at the top of my lungs and the next I could berate them for not joining in.
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Who I Thought You Were
My addiction stems from a lack of confidence. Once drunk I could be charismatic and funny in public. My friend total went way up. People told stories about me. Freshman year of college people called me to find out where the parties were. I felt cool, something I’d never felt in high school. This charisma…
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Not perfect, but not homeless
Drinking was me getting comfortable giving up.
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The VA is Broken like my Brother
Last wednesday morning I bought a ticket to Atlanta so I could help my sister-in-law find my brother. The next day my brother and I drove the six hours to my mom’s house on the coast of South Carolina, he had divorce papers in hand. Before my flight from Detroit to Atlanta my sis-in-law said she had heard…
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Breathing my Mind into Your Face 