Interpretation and perception is not an accurate science and memory is not always an honest translation of what actually happened.
This is something I learned a long time ago, but the mind is usually a forgetful thing, so here is a reminder if what I learned.
I was young (about 12, I think) when my Grandmother passed away. I remember Continue reading
It was early morning. I heard a song from my young adulthood long ago, which caused me to relate back to a time before I knew about love (or if there was such a thing). I thought of the time before I knew what it meant to have love for someone else. And by this, I mean to feel a love love that extends further than me or my family. One that is not seemingly mandatory or conformed to a Continue reading
Safe to say, I’ve seen more than most along this trip. I met different types of people from different places, different towns, and different states. I began this journey just about a year ago now and more has happened to me than I could ever imagine.
This all began because someone told me, “If Continue reading
It strange now, to be on this side of the doors, I mean. It’s strange to hear the echoes of people speaking in corridors of a treatment center, which at one point; I was one of those voices a long time ago. It’s strange to be involved with the legal system on this side of the table and to be almost like a man in-between, almost like a translator if this makes any sense.
Not even one year into this new Continue reading
It was a short hour before sunrise and I was driving home with the City disappearing in my rearview mirror. The night was behind me and so was the girl whose name I never knew and face I had never planned to see again. It was a long night, which was best defined by the time of year, winter, and Christmas time in New York. The City was all dressed in lights and decoration. The Hustle is different this time of year. The mood is different as well and snow swept streets, cold days and cold nights, somehow warm up easily in places like say, a coffee shop in Chelsea by 28th Street.
I was all over the place Continue reading
The day nearly passed and little did I know this would be my last time in any sort of public school system. I sat there wide-eyed and bloodshot with my pupils enlarged like black holes. I was red-faced and high with a detached smile. I recall listening to the bizarre sounds of a self-induced schizophrenia. It had been a few hours since I placed a few tabs in my mouth. This was Blotter, otherwise known as Continue reading
I know where it all started but I never understood why or how things change so quick and drastically. We all started out as kids in a play pen. We were all friends once. There was no judgement. There was no separation or divisions of cool. We were just kids, nothing more, nothing less, and then one day we learned about status. We learned about popularity and somehow Continue reading
I think back about the days when my little girl was still little. She would try to do something and say, “I can’t do it.” It used to be that she couldn’t tie her own shoelaces. But then she learned how. Then she couldn’t climb across the monkey bars on the playground. I told her, “Just try it. If you Continue reading
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There is a beautiful nature and meaning behind the words, “True friends.” No matter how far back the paths go, no matter how far apart we are, no matter how long ago we spoke and no matter what concept or direction in life we choose; there are no friends like old friends.
Billy was an old Continue reading
Winter, Downtown New York City, 1989
Eric sat in a small rundown apartment with a fallen light bulb dangling from two wires in the middle of the ceiling and hanging over a cluttered coffee table filled with old crumpled paper bags, an overflowing ashtray with mashed cigarettes, empty beer bottles, empty Continue reading
The Written Addiction 