alcohol – Going On 40

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”

M M M My Sharona

My mind’s been shaking, not stirring lately. It’s like I can’t find a place to sit and rest without having to jump up and run for a door jam. The aftershocks just refuse to quit. Sometimes I wonder how a perfect stranger is interested in what I have to say, but after reading the blog,Continue reading “M M M My Sharona”