The ‘fearless and thorough’ bit tends – and this is funny - to instill fear. To piss us off. I’ve seen what it does to people’s faces. But there are days I feel I couldn’t have said it any better myself. We howl and recoil. Uppity and snarled. It’s a fault line roughly parallel to …
I didn’t think I was crazy. I just thought I drank too much. Until, in those last weeks, I thought I’d honestly lost my mind. I became terribly unable to control myself. Not, simply, how much I drank once I started drinking, but everything. I knew what I wanted, what I meant, what and why …
Alcoholism, while you’re swimming in it, is a dull and gritty thing. Polkas on an a.m. radio station, say, heard as a wave from a passing car. Recovery, by comparison, is sitting full center in the orchestra, and hearing every blackbird in a heaven full of blackbirds shouting your name into wind. It is …
There is, really, only one intersection in the town I come from. There is a bar and off sale liquor store, a failing grocery store, a gas station, and an auto shop on each corner, respectively. The auto shop is as much scrap yard as it is retailer of cars or fixer of body damage. …
