Today’s typing will be real. Personal. And shitty. I had spinal fusion surgery a month ago today. Each day over the past two weeks, my neuropathy pain has gotten worse in my feet. To the point that I am up... Continue Reading →
Seven hundred and fifty words. It does not sound like a lot. But when you sit down and begin to type, sometimes that number seems so far away. Kind of like a lost lover or a far away place. Something... Continue Reading →
I got off my ass today. Two days after weighing myself and seeing 242. I only was that high once before - 2005-06. I got back to 198, but that was drinking, not eating, exercising, and crying... I'll be the... Continue Reading →
Good lord. Two empty bottles of Shiner Bock. The former drink of choice and depression. And a Mardi Gras string of Saints themed footballs. The stuff. It can own ya. It can consume ya. It can drag you down. And... Continue Reading →
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