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…

30. Chain Splitter

  It’s been almost a year since the collision. But it seems like a lot longer. Seeing Cameron’s brother around has brought certain details back to the forefront. Oddly, it’s the more innocuous ones. For example, the car I had been driving became quite the clunker. The front end was still smashed in. Which also Read More…

29. A Bad Spot

  I decided to get back on the cardboard horse. An effort to continue my recuperation. Make one delivery, then build off that. Part of me wasn’t on board with this idea. I convinced that side of myself by foregoing public transportation. I would only use taxis. I started out optimistic that this plan could Read More…

28. Cursory Mend

  The next time I awake, it’s in what I initially think is a hospital. Once my vision clears, it’s readily apparent that this is a makeshift facility. The only light hangs directly over my bed. It’s difficult to see through the darkness. Made even more strenuous by it’s depth. Not much occupies the large Read More…

26. Swipe Right

  Failure after failure has weakened my resolve. I’m drinking like a fish. Like a school of fish. A school of alcoholic fish. Fuck the meetings and fuck Myra. Myra-pport with people is in decline. Myra-mbling thoughts have taken the wheel. Myra-tional brain is on an extended break. But it all makes me feel incredibly Read More…

25. Repent and Repeat

  After the date disaster with Myra, I eventually resolved to go back into meetings. Or at least make an attempt. Not faking my way through it, like before when it was court-ordered. There’s something about having to complete a task when it’s not your choice that’s very off-putting. I mean, that’s what work seems Read More…