Trademarked by the alcoholic is a general feeling, a consensus voiced both in her head and without, that she has arrived behind. Behind schedule, beneath the wheel, and unfairly dismissed. She’s Cassandra riding the White Rabbit. No one listens when you’re late, late, late. Especially true of your conclusions and ideas. You were born thinking Continue reading

Men have cried out to me in sincere and despairing appeal: “Doctor, I cannot go on like this! I have everything to live for! I must stop, but I cannot! You must help me!” —The Doctor’s Opinion, Alcoholics Anonymous Big Book I tell you what, she don’t look fourteen. The fat man was talking to Continue reading

When I envisaged this blog about addiction and recovery I had a list of nevers. I decided to never write about writing, never write about suicide using a comic, unreliable narrator, never invoke profundity or conclude with a message, never create bulletpoint lists, among others (including the three-item sentence list, dream explication, and a general Continue reading

My friend crushed perc 30s before there was fentanyl, his generation’s before it was cool. If I had been born a decade later, I would have crushed perc 30s, too. F What happened was, to my friend, what happened was he was on a bus and found a vicodin in his seat. In the excitement Continue reading