It’s funny how you remember shit. For decades now I have been retelling the story of how Batman came out on my birthday in 1989 (when I was turning 15 – yeah I’m fucking old). But after a quick google search, it’s evident I misremembered. I have a pretty low opinion of Batman (1989) nowadays […]Read More It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cry if I Want To
Preamble: this is a dating advice series from a formerly long-suffering comrade in the struggle. I’m out of the game for life but I’m offering up some hard-earned wisdom for those still grappling. (See bottom of this post for the legend, mission statement, and credentials.) The following are self-portraits that capture my visage from the first […]Read More Dr. Nolove or: How I Learned to Stop Looking for Love or Anything Like It: Part 21: Self Portraits
I don’t want to be who I am anymore. Is that possible? Addicts who are surviving say relapse is always lurking and can never be fully extinguished. The dark fire is always there. Tonight I made a terrible mistake. I’ve made so many mistakes lately. I’ve made so many mistakes forever. Are they really mistakes […]Read More As An Addict I Find
“I’m A Loser Baby So Why Don’t You Kill Me?” – Beck “Even the losers get lucky sometimes.” – Tom Petty “I’m a creep.” -Radiohead “Guilty.” -Me I’ve been thinking about writing this post for several months. I don’t think I was avoiding it on a conscious level. Every time I thought of Beck’s line […]Read More Beck. Petty. Radiohead. Me.
This is not going to be a long post (famous last words). Part of the twelve step jargon is calling the community of people in the program a “fellowship”. As I am a card-carrying geek-dork, I immediately flash to: Someone said it in Monday night’s meeting and I suppressed a giggle…because I’m apparently 12 years […]Read More My Fellowship