40. Friday Rush Part Two

  This bus is rockin’, and they won’t stop knockin’. I’m instinctively moving to the back once again. My panic reaching new heights as my mind is confronted with how I got here, and why this is happening. I don’t reach any conclusions before they begin breaking through the front doors. The arm that had Read More…

39. Friday Rush Part One

  For many, the weekend starts on Friday. The repetition of this weekly event does little to prepare the masses. In the late afternoon, an element of chaos will permeate the air as so many are set free. The shackles of professional obligations shed, or at least the appearance of it, for 48 hours or Read More…

38. Walking Papers

  I can’t believe I’m headed back to Central this morning. I visit the office much more often than I would like. Today it’s given me a feeling of general unease. I chalk this up to the fact that I’m unable to have a drink for breakfast. I’ll probably end up waiting until lunch. Like Read More…

37. Try, Try Again

  I found another meeting. It wasn’t mandated by the courts. This isn’t for Myra. It isn’t some kind of redemption because of Cameron. And definitely not because of his asshole brother. It sure as shit isn’t for Central. I’m doing this for me now. Because I want to make a difference in my own Read More…

36. Lasso

  I continued having trouble keeping my plates spinning. The next day I would return to work, and those super-special deliveries. Carol got off my back instantly. As this responsibility increased, I found it more difficult to balance with my similarly increasing drinking. Some lingering paranoia about the broken window would pop up intermittently. And Read More…

35. Roughly Woke

  To say I wake up with the same regret is putting it mildly. Now sober, or closer to it, I feel cloudy with guilt. I also feel a strong draft. It billows in through the window and rolls across the floor and up over me. Why would I leave the window open? Tilting my Read More…

34. Last Call

  The response arrived almost instantly: Omg, you’re doing so great! Then: So proud of you! A few minutes later: I don’t think it’s thanks to me. You did that, for 30 days! Keep it up!  Thanks! Is all I can manage to respond. Wanting to kick myself, hard.  We should get a coffee. Busy Read More…

33. Super Special

  The folks at Central have changed their attitude towards me. Or possibly I’m just projecting as I walk through the open office with a bit of swagger. That’s right, you need me more than I need you I think while proceeding to the conference room where I’ll meet Carol. This isn’t necessarily true. But Read More…

32. Logjam

  The backseat of this Altima is extremely worn. Almost to the point I don’t know what I’m sitting on. Seems to be nothing at all. The driver has a cooler in his passenger seat. This is either for delivering food as well as people, or he gets very thirsty out on the road all Read More…

31. New Best Friend

  I’ve been getting back in the swing of things. Making more deliveries, and believe it or not, controlling my drinking. Some withdrawal would wear on me at times. Just not in a usual or expected way. At first the body finds it a great relief. There’s a lot of fatigue, then the accompanying slumber. Read More…