addiction – Going On 40

The Shadow on the Other End

This is hard for me to write, mostly because I don’t want to believe what I’m writing. It feels like some part of me is still trying to fight it, hoping it’s not true. But here it is. The concept of death typically brings images of finality — a physical absence, a grief that followsContinue reading “The Shadow on the Other End”

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I wish I lived in a world where courtesy was dialed back to none, and a blunt, “Get away from me, you gross ashtray butt breath,” was acceptable. But it’s not, so I’m polite, bite my tongue, and hold my breath until the air freshens. Back when smoking was allowed in buildings, at the startContinue reading “Sunday Morning Coming Down”