I use to love the song, about waking up on a Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head up – having a beer for breakfast and dessert. Not having any clean clothes and stumbling through the day. I related.
Sunday’s were bad. It took me years to surrender to a Sunday. The sidewalks roll up. The only drug deals on a Sunday are a rip off. Such as, puchasing a twenty dollar piece of soap. Continue reading “Sunday Morning”
Baby Junkies either jump ship and learn to swim a clean life, or they drown in the syrupy tides of the Netherworld, gulping their last, pharma-contaminated breath. Continue reading “Baby Junkie”
Did I hear you use the Lord’s name in vain? You son of a sheep dog.
Don’t you know, there are Sisters of the Square Chairs present.
Their newly Virginized ears are scorched, by your heathen language.
Yes, we were once dregs and sluts, but now we are of the non-denominational, New Order of the – No, Alcohol was not our Problem, Joy Club. Continue reading “Holy Higher Power”
A Needle and an Spoon
A Trip To The Moon
Take Me Away
I read an article by a woman named Debbie Bayer. It’s funny that’s her name ~ take two, and call me in the morning….
After many years in corporate Sales and Marketing, Debbie worked for 9 years as a psychotherapist in facilities treating addiction, mood disorders and eating disorders. She has over 25 years experience working with 12 step communities.
Sales and Marketing………..hmm I’m sure her blog post is a big hit with the pharmaceutical Industry….
I prefer to “keep it simple”.
Drugs are Do Do
* And I, like Debbie Bayer, have some experience ~ there might have been some Sales but, there sure wasn’t any Marketing.
* The lines under my photo are from a Lynard Skynard song.
From gossip-filled chit-chat, to hate-filled tweets, life can be a roller-coaster.
Imagine a world-where people preferred to confess their own sins, instead of those of others.