Remember to Remember

He rolled over in bed on top of his lover, reaching over to the bed stand and grabbed a syringe cap filled with used cottons and vitamin water. "Maybe we can just shoot vitamins instead of heroin," he said while mashing the cottons with the butt of the syringe. She grabbed her cap and did…

The Upward Spiral

Yesterday I sat in my last final, filling out a scantron that will likely be my last. It hadn't settled in yet, but 20 minutes from that moment I completed college. As I bubbled in my info I couldn't help but think back to a Psychology 100 final I took over 4 years ago in…

The Hallways of Desperation

I parked and walked into the San Diego Alano Club meeting room. This is the place where I took my first steps towards redemption. This is the place where I found my freedom. This is also a place many in the recovery community consider the bottom of the barrel. I like it though. It's rare…

The Art of Ignorance

I wrote a really long post, about 1000 words, that I just deleted. It pretty much described my incident again, but most of you know what happened. If you don't check it out here. What followed that initial fall was a brainless march back into my regular routines, trying to climb as hard as I…

The Art of Falling

On the fall I had enough time to think. That's the first time that I've been airborne long enough to contemplate my situation. Usually falls happen so fast that the only thing present is instinct. I mean, often it takes a second or two  to even register what is going on, and by that time…