2.4.14
…when you realize a key doesn’t fit a lock – a lock you need to open every day, 3 or 4 or 9 times a day, you quit using the wrong key. Because no matter how much you try, that door is not gonna open. Continue reading 2.4.14
Category: Drink
Just Under the Wire
7 minutes to go and I have never felt more lost. New year, same me, same mess, same mistakes. Have I grown at all? Regressed? This isn’t really even a post – the blank screen has not been big enough in the latter part of 2021 to contain all my emotion. 5 minutes to go. Time is a construct. We make it up. All there … Continue reading Just Under the Wire
Six
I had my last drink six years ago yesterday. What a weird feeling, weird thing to say. It feels weird. I wonder if that’s how it just…feels. Like the further you get away from feeling like you need that drink, the more foreign even saying “I don’t drink” feels. It’s not like it feels wrong to say, it is just a part of me, a … Continue reading Six
The Next Right Thing
I have a bunch of drafts started and some of them are funny, and some of them would be poignant AND funny, a double-whammy of Writing Which Other People Might Care to Read. But none of the drafts sum up how I feel today. Those in AA say that around the annual date of your sobriety, you get…emotional. I don’t know if that’s what this … Continue reading The Next Right Thing
Right-Sized, Right Now
Every Saturday, I keep going to this cemetery. It is a very quiet, run-down, not-taken-care-of cemetery in the middle of a nature preserve that sits on the edge of a suburban, outside-the-loop community. It’s heavily wooded, and the path to the cemetery isn’t paved. I have no ties to this cemetery. A friend took me there in the dark one evening, which is pretty much … Continue reading Right-Sized, Right Now
Dogs. Death. Drinks. Devotion.
You can never know when you wake up that this will be the day you have to put your dog to sleep. Millions of paragraphs have been written about losing those that we love, but nothing will seem to resonate with you on this day. No one else can possibly understand what the pit of your stomach feels like as you make all the motions … Continue reading Dogs. Death. Drinks. Devotion.
My Garage: Metaphor for Life
The twisted beauty of a garage is that as long as you keep the door closed, no one really has any idea of what kind of mess is behind it. Continue reading My Garage: Metaphor for Life
Wine Me, Dine Me…But Really, Start with Wine
Originally written and posted for this awesome site right here. Buy some tiny shiny hiney shorts. These girls know about booty. When contemplating what to serve gentleman callers, you can offer many refreshing choices – bougie mixed drinks, plebeian beers, or the ever-popular yet completely monotonous water. What that guy sitting on the couch waiting to fondle you really wants, besides your boobies, is a beverage that … Continue reading Wine Me, Dine Me…But Really, Start with Wine
White Russians: You Too Can Make This Delicious Shit
Crossposted and originally written for http://hexchromosome.tumblr.com/ Buy their rad, kick-ass activewear at http://www.hexchromosome.com/ On the surface, you would think that sippin’ on a White Russian goes great with fireplaces, Yule tidings, and about 4 feet of snow on the ground. My friends, I am here to tell you that a White Russian goes great with fucking EVERYTHING. Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall, it’s like a damn grown-ass milkshake, all for … Continue reading White Russians: You Too Can Make This Delicious Shit
Pocketful of Venom 
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