my 10-speed has 1 speed.

There’s a certain phenomenon that happens among a certain percentage of alcoholics that I’ve never thought about before, but I Continue reading →

terminally somethin’.

Know how I know that I’m not unique? Because every morning, God does not lift me up above everyone else Continue reading →

better enough…

or sometimes a sooner nooner? And by “nooner”, I mean a quiet, eyes-closed, 10-minute guided meditation. Step 11: sought through prayer Continue reading →

wake up time, thank god.

My alcoholism is a disease that gets stronger the longer I do nothing positive.  And while getting through a day Continue reading →

pointing out the assholes.

This is something I am particularly good at: a skill I’ve been sharpening my entire life.  Because nobody gets remembered Continue reading →

street cleaner.

Living 100% guilt-free in the world only works if you’re a sociopath. It’s actually a good thing when I feel Continue reading →

ballerinas shouldn’t exist.

Before we begin let me clarify: we’re not talking about ballerinas forced to become ballerinas in dancing gulags behind the Continue reading →

note to self.

I am a pessimist at heart. Or at least that’s what I’ve always believed.  Like blood type or eye color, Continue reading →