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…

23. Hell Bus

  The sun is burning my eyes out. Merely by being in the sky. I suppose that’s what it does normally. A rare bout of insomnia last night could be a factor. It seemed to be an average night, as I was fairly liquored-up. I felt myself starting to shut down. But I didn’t make Read More…

22. Eventual Returns

  Sometimes you can hold out for a while. And sometimes you hold out for so long, you forget you’re holding out. I realized this the next time I was called into Central. I had managed to avoid that dreadful building, and its regular inhabitants, for over three months. Almost to the point that I Read More…

20. Missing The Mark

  I only caught it out of the corner of my eye. Something I had seen before. Something I’d been looking out for. In the back of my mind. A particular bicycle. Ridden by a particular person. One with the seemingly sloppy, and haphazard dress of a more typical messenger than myself. This time he Read More…