Jail Tales -1- The day they came for me

A story begins where it begins. Tomorrow my story may begin 40 years ago but today it begins here. I sat in the back of the cop car, handcuffed, watching through a blur of tears and window bars as the landscape of my life disappeared. The house faded behind the trees as we sped down... Continue Reading →

Writing my way out of depression

Now here's the truth. I love the idea of healthy eating and being healthy but I am not. I smoke tobacco. It is the only solace I have. It takes precedent over everything. When I'm down, I will get out there and get that tobacco even if I want to just go back to bed.... Continue Reading →

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