the cost of inflation.

Things can be as big or as small as I choose to make them.  Lately, I’ve been choosing to go Continue reading →

tough to stay awake.

How many revelations will it take before I change for the better, for good?  I hear something profound in a meeting, Continue reading →

blowing out the engine.

I’m not going anywhere or doing anything, but that doesn’t stop me from revving myself up like a kid in Continue reading →

holy donut.

You bet I’ll turn over all matters concerning alcohol to a Higher Power, no problem.  I’m an alcoholic after all, Continue reading →

nurse on this.

I’ve found no better way to get out of myself than getting into a hospital.  Such was the case two Continue reading →

scared to be alone.

Back in the dark times, there was never anything better than being left to my own devices.  The anticipation of Continue reading →

heavy is the head that’s full of itself.

My brain is trying to kill me. That’s what my stinking-thinking’s all about.  I mean, to drink is to die, Continue reading →

down – home cookin’.

Let’s rewind the clocks to not so long ago.  My skull is a crock pot.  My brain is a rump Continue reading →