Like Riding a Bicycle

Okay, so it’s been… a while. A few months, in fact. Let’s start off by stating the obvious given that you are reading these words: I am alive! Hopefully none of you were worrying that I was not. Not only am I alive, but I am happy as can be. My nomadic...

I watched as the beautiful bay was transformed; where once my view was of sprawling water covered with ships, a snowy bank on the other side, clouds splashed out over the scenery. Soon there was nothing but a grey mass outside the window. I continued...

Cocaine is a hell of a drug. And week three didn’t go terribly to plan. This wound up being the last week I wrote on my battles, and when I decided to quit trying to quit. Or, I didn’t exactly decide to stop quitting. I just couldn’t do it. It was too...

Week one went pretty damn well, despite the fact that cocaine is a hell of a drug. I abstained completely, despite my intense cravings mid week. Alas, I was determined. But then came day eight. Freakin’ day eight seems to always get me. And by always...