A series of essays exploring my experiences with alcohol and alcoholism

The wealthy have changed hands at the top level of government.

My mother used to take me to used bookstores.

“These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you” — Sinead O’Conner; Black Boys on Mopeds

We are so busy putting on faces, we are never real with one another.

I want to draw them like my french girls.

How she is quiet before his robe falls

Frank & Joes — Observations in a Coffee House, December 2024

We have stopped our morning's activity of saving the world for a moment of respite.

Mornings at the beach are simply unparalleled.

Tonight we dine upon the blood of our enemies!

But, I doubt I need to tell my readers this. They are after all, among the brightest.