I’ve hit the wall, the wall refuses to budge. Meanwhile I duck for cover because I just gave new meaning to the saying “piss off the pope”. I’ve probably managed to get the full blown ‘hate’ label now. I feel bad, but not in the conventional sense. I feel bad because someplace deep within me, … Continue reading All Lawyered Up for Divorce the Addict Day
I’ve been playing new card game with the youngest of my spawn, she keeps winning. Unlike the game of my life with Kleo, where he keeps winning and everyone keeps loosing. He’s losing himself in his own mess. I successfully pissed him off again, he came out swinging as predictable. Addicts are always predictable. I … Continue reading If the Addict in a Psych Ward Says You’re Crazy, it MUST be True!
It’s tragic, sad really, always ends up right back here. I talk to the void and he will probably call mommy, bff or the bro. They can all gather up their skewed and distorted senses of self-righteousness, pat themselves on the back as he tells them another story of his noble efforts and my clear … Continue reading Mug Shots, Money & What I Owe Him