Broken

The holiday season is tough for me. I'm old enough, and still have enough of a brain to recall many many happy holiday memories. I'm a hopeless victim of my past I suppose, and enough of a realist to accept that most of my life has

Government Cheese

Before my parents were divorced, we were very probably still poor. My Dad worked shitty jobs, and usually had two of them. He worked his whole life till his body gave out and he finally retired. My teenaged Daughter was taller than him, because of the back surgeries he had,

Nasty

I've always thought that smoking is a filthy, disgusting habit. From as far back as I can remember, as a little kid I've felt this way. Here's the ironic part. Every adult in my family smoked. They all continued to smoke after my grandfather

Age

I think this story is very common, but it never made sense until it finally did. I've heard throughout my life to 'not be in a hurry to grow up.' I suppose I always understood the intent 'you'll have to work, be responsible,

Just do.

It should already be abundantly clear, but I've struggled with depression for years, easily for the past twenty years. There had been a time, I suppose around 2008 that I saw someone and was prescribed Xanax and after a month I felt the same way and just stopped