My father has worked at least three jobs since before I was born. He’s teaching Architectural drafting, building houses, remodeling kitchens and bathrooms, and playing the sax in his band until the wee hours of the morning.
I’m pretty sure there’s nothing my dad can’t do, nothing he doesn’t know everything about.
Everybody’s always telling me that my father’s a genius; all I know is that he’s my hero. I’m always bragging about him to all of the other kids.
I suffered two massive hemorrhages, causing fatal bleeding and a trip via helicopter to a hospital’s Shock-Trauma center.
Miraculously I’m alive. In the aftermath of this horrific medical trauma and near-death experience, I need to talk with you about the Stigma of alcoholism.
WHEN I REACHED END STAGE ALCOHOLISM, I WAS POSSESSED. Time and again, I narrowly escaped His murderous attempts. Not this time. I Almost Murdered a Complete Stranger: Embarrassing Truths of a Madman’s Journey is a deadpan account of a near-death experience brought on by the descent into chronic alcoholism.
Amidst our advanced understanding and knowledge of human physiology, there is little agreement on what alcoholism us.
How has this vicious, fatal and prevalent affliction escaped our definition for so long?
Let’s take a moment and reflect back upon all the cheer St. Patrick’s Day has brought us each over the years! It’s truly an enchanted day, leprechauns, lucky charms, shamrocks, green apparel, pots of gold, rainbows, and gallons of green beer.
It’s quite a day!
As we mature, everybody has to get used to the fact that shit happens. Period. Life is messy. Life’s not fair. For everybody.
King or pauper, you’re going to take it up the shorts.
Today was a great example…
Well, friends, we’ve burned through 53 days of 2018, and March is right around the corner.
We should do a quick assessment of our progress against our 2018 New Year’s resolutions!
Love-Hate relationships seem to run through everybody’s life, one way or another. They’re so common its no use trying to deny it.
Who’s your love-hate relationship with?
Your significant other?
Your too-tight jeans?
For alcoholics, New Year’s Eve can often be a time of sadness.
For me, New Year’s Eve got boring, even anticlimactic. My astonishing tolerance and continuous maintenance drinking had made it routine and ruined New Year’s Eve for myself. Of all the Holidays…
Sadly, the alcoholic’s life is full of paradox.
Imagine this: You are set up for a blind date. You meet your date, this person chosen specifically for you when suddenly, something awesome and mysterious happens, commanding the attention of your entire being…
You receive a glimpse of paradise.