Drunkology

I have devoted precious little time to the internet for quite a while. To some extent, I was absorbed in work beyond the web. In more recent months, I was embedded deep in research for a passion project . . . I give you Drunk-ology.com. A little backstory: Once upon a time, I fell ill. Caught...

A Cigarette in Hell

When I came home, the instant I was separated from my boys, from that family, I felt desperately alone. The privacy I had craved was Hell. I bought a bottle of bourbon and dove headlong into a gulf no man can swim. The unrelenting ocean of loneliness.  Every man wets his feet in it. Then he...

Gratuitous

The morning’s peaceful start was shattered by the unmistakable sound of metal on curb. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. A minor miscalculation in distance. I closed my eyes and squeezed the steering wheel, teeth clenched. This is me breathing . . . this is me breathing . . .  I...

Russian Roulette Pt....

The alarm barely registered. The sound was far away, reaching me deep underwater, in the depths of a narco-hypno dream. I woke in a sweat, my heart thumping in my chest. Shrapnel recollections of a nightmare flickered like bad neon as I struggled to consciousness. False memories of being...