Another day, another hospital
Was in another hospital, this time for my mom. She’s ok. That’s the good news
Was in another hospital, this time for my mom. She’s ok. That’s the good news
How was your Labor Day? Mine started off in the goddamn hospital.
Had a conversation with three friends over the week while we were waiting to be released for the sixth time.
Fear is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday Her: Thanks for staying. Me: (laughing) Where else was I going to go? Not sure one could say I’ve bad luck – got a roof over my head, running water and all my family and body parts. Can’t really say I’ve good luck either. Suppose …
Lemme tell you about this girl named Betty and a bar looks like she coulda sat at, a few lifetimes ago.
So, I almost died – or at least almost ended up paralyzed – at the last Scenic Fights shoot. Good times. Good times.
Trying to live in the Golden Mean means forgetting things I don’t necessarily want to forget. But the alternative isn’t healthy.
Here’s the rest of the story, which was an emotional roller-coaster for me in more ways than I can express.
Some important people in my life left, some came back, and some seem to have just arrived. Still trying to make sense of it all.
It was a pretty surreal holiday weekend that involved old friends, an obscenely large apple pie, a doctor’s visit, and some x-rays.