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Oh baby, I’m sick of you! Lou’s boogie woogie roars out of the speakers, as he peddles sarcasm and laconic coolness, Baby, bye bye! It would have struck me as amusing if I could have found the strength or interest, instead I lifted my eyes off the floor and tried to fix my jittering eyeballs […]
MoreIn my evening phone call to the outer-limits, dialing into disaster somewhere on the road with my favorite death-partier and sometime partner in destruction, I got accused. I was accused, fairly or not, of pretending that I was better than him. That I was a fake, pretending that I’m not the trash that I clearly […]
MoreI flick through addiction blogs, sometimes there is someone I can give a word of encouragement to, sometimes someone writes something that happens to strike a chord with me. I flick past most of the adverts for various programs and assertations that all you need is various representatives from their religions. Sometimes there are ill […]
MoreI have been looking around for a free detox for my old bastard of a druggie booze soaked mess. He is still alive and instead of kicking is in a morass of speed shootin’ booze drinkin’, DMT droppin’ pill snortin’ elder hooligan misbehavior. I coaxed him into an ER, only for them to treat him […]
MoreMy favorite old wreck is alive. Discharged from hospital, living purely on spite and whiskey, and the ability to torture me with a telephone. I lost my temper. One thing he can’t do is bullshit me like he manages to bullshit people who haven’t been there. It is always tomorrow that they will sober up, […]
MoreWhen I called Billy last night I didn’t expect a stranger answering the phone and declaring to me that it was raining hummingbirds. I had figured the old man would be drinking alone, busy trying to die. What I was not prepared for was Johnny. I decided channeling my best Mary Poppins/kindly elderly aunt was […]
MoreLove in the time of corona virus is hard enough. Everybody is forced simultaneously closer together with their immediate family for longer periods of time, whilst the minor cast in your own personal tragicomedy is cast out to a six foot perimeter, thus being both suffocating and lonely at the same time. A disastrous combination. […]
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