My friends, even my sister, are hanging out around Wrigley Field right now. They started showing up yesterday. The merchandise trucks showed up first. The lines for posters, T-shirts, and stickers will be a solid 3 hours for their 5 day existence. The line for the front row also likely started yesterday. Sleeping outside a … Continue reading Long Road (1)
It's 72 degrees, overcast, with a cool breeze. It's actually perfect weather, and it's so peaceful out here. I'm writing this from our new (to us) patio table. It's an old green circular iron table. It came with 6 matching chairs; they rock slightly. They have cute little green and white pads for the seats. There … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (2)
The word "love" makes me uneasy. I consider myself to be a caring, loving person, but I don't always feel comfortable talking about it or even showing it for that matter. Some people say it freely and often. Some show it with such ease. I have always envied that emotional freedom. This is not to … Continue reading Mookie
As much as I wanted it, I never really expected it to happen. I never really expected to get sober. I had become conditioned to losing, conditioned to failing. In so many ways I had given up before I ever really started. I expected nothing truly good would ever happen to me. On a rare occasion … Continue reading Year 7, Post Alcohol.
Saturday, May 14th, 2011 started out relatively normal. I worked from 7 am until noon- we were working mandatory overtime that week. Those 5 hours got me to 60 for the week, something I was proud of. I was working at an office for a large corporation downtown. The details aren't perfect but I want … Continue reading Operating While Intoxicated (3)
By tomorrow, everything I have planted so far should have sprouted. Today it's Mother's Day, and it's pouring down rain. It's rained a lot the past three days. In the past week, the trees have gone from bare to lush with green. It was a winter that lasted well into April this year. It made … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (1)
Here is what I remember: I was scared. I didn't know what it was going to be like. I didn't even know the difference between county jail and prison. I guess it's good to be ignorant about these things, and even better if you typically learn through experience. So county jail is for people waiting … Continue reading Dallas County Jail