Weak at Heart

I poured a fresh cup of coffee and slumped into my office chair. It was my forth since arriving at work. My sixth on the day. Three quarters of the pot was gone to me. It was 0659. The last shy bladders of the morning urinalysis were standing, weak-in-the-knees, in the conference room. I...

22.DEC.13 Dec22

22.DEC.13

Cars hiss through the rain outside. Alice in Chains plays softly in the background. Domesticity used to drive me insane. I hated wasting time scrubbing this or decorating that. Lately, I have come to appreciate a clean apartment. A place with more than a bed and a collection of empty liquor...

7.DEC.13 Dec07

7.DEC.13

I was idling behind a truck on the highway, holding my breath. 0450 in the morning. I was trying to beat the traffic. I pulled out from behind and eased into the throttle. The boost gauge twisted up from 20 pounds of vaccum to zero. The car was already eating up the distance. I wasn’t...

Thirty-One

Thirty one . . . My mother was the only one that had it right. Everyone else had money on the line that said I would be dead by now. Including me. . . . I was nearly right. And so were they . . . I have been home for a year and three days. A year and three days when my odds of dying should...