Drop Out, smoke crack, Get MBA: Wait, do kittens eat depression?

I’ve really grown to like more music than I used to, but I still don’t like a lot of popular bands etc, that I actually hesitate to mention because people take that shit crazy personal. Like they were playing the bass themselves or had a family member who wrote the songs for the band. I’veContinue reading “Drop Out, smoke crack, Get MBA: Wait, do kittens eat depression?”

Cheesecake Monkey and Houston Ice (not part of series)

            My addiction monkey found cheesecake… then he found out that there are amazing bakeries all over Houston that feature all kinds of cheesecake and other delicious things… cookies, tarts, holy fuck my addiction monkey went fucking crazy for a little while there. Calling my favorite spots… “What type of cheesecake do you have today?” oh….Continue reading “Cheesecake Monkey and Houston Ice (not part of series)”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA…Four Years Without Alcohol

(written over several days  weeks… short bursts of writing) (not part of ongoing series) Four years! I’ve made it without a drink for four years!!!  I couldn’t make it past four hours, unless I was sleeping, before I finally decided that I had enough of that lifestyle. Now, I’m making it past yet another annual reminder. It feelsContinue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA…Four Years Without Alcohol”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA: San Diego post 2

 That drive from Austin to San Diego was a really long drive. We were in a mid 80s Subaru wagon that had just had some work done to it and the mechanic promised us that it would make it, but we were still concerned. Going across Texas, seeing the hill country turn into the desert…Continue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA: San Diego post 2”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA: San Diego post 1

This is part one of San Diego, but it all started in Austin. To go to the beginning click here I don’t really like change, but it was 2002 and I was just saying fuck it…I was going to move to San Diego and start a new life there. I had a friend who startedContinue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA: San Diego post 1”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA: Where are my jeans? Addicts coping with loss…(random post, not part of series)

to read the ongoing series click here I still can’t find my jeans. These aren’t cheap jeans either, not that you can find cheap ones anymore, but these are above $100 a pair, jeans. I was nervously trying to find them, worrying about it, going through all my stuff with the subtilty of a COPSContinue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA: Where are my jeans? Addicts coping with loss…(random post, not part of series)”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA…(random post, not part of series)

Someone very close to me has recently been given a terminal diagnosis in regard to cancer and I’ve written a few posts, just trying to deal with this situation and without the crutch of alcohol. Ugh… someone close to me that loves life is preparing to die… it makes me think of my own depressionContinue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA…(random post, not part of series)”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA post 20, part 1 (Austin)

This is part of an ongoing series. Please start from the beginning which is post 1 by clicking here. Now, if we go back 20 years or so, I remember getting up to the hotel room, I guess it was a hotel room. It had that industrial carpet that is common in the “recently remolded”Continue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA post 20, part 1 (Austin)”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA post 19, part 1 (Austin)

This is part of an ongoing series. Please start with the first post by clicking here! Holy shit. That was on our answering machine. I made it. I was going on the road. As the days that remain until I graduate slowly pass and as I write this blog I sometimes just stop and wonderContinue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA post 19, part 1 (Austin)”

Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA (random weekend post)

This is just a random weekend post… not part of the ongoing series… to go there just click here. My biggest enemy is my own mind… my own insecurities, and I’ve improved a lot in the past decade. I really have. My 40s were all about improvement. My biggest friend is my own mind asContinue reading “Drop Out, Smoke Crack, Get MBA (random weekend post)”