head of the class.

I’m an isolator. I isolate. The list of people I harmed was kept short on purpose. The less people I Continue reading →

kinda like what santa does.

Making lists – love ‘em. Currently I’m counting down my top ten biggest screw-ups from the nineties. Up next – Continue reading →

another step that never ends.

I don’t know if M.C. Escher was an alcoholic, but his paintings often captured my thinking exactly. Walk to the Continue reading →

that old familiar feeling.

There’s nothing sadder than watching myself stand in my own way. Total awareness that my thoughts are crazy thoughts, my Continue reading →

w.a.d.s. worth.

Worry. Anger. Depression. Self-pity. My own, personal four horsemen. Must be an apocalypse coming. Thanks to alcoholism, the opportunity for Continue reading →

jerk w.a.d.s.

I got on my knees at work this morning and prayed for a solid 5 minutes. Out loud. That’s long Continue reading →

running on ice in banana peel shoes.

There is a giant slope in my backyard. I’m building it myself. Once completed, I will pace upon the top Continue reading →

justa buncha black kettles.

A real toss pot, that’s what I can be. One that leaks self-pity and random acts of mean. You needed Continue reading →