Who Are Your Eskimo Angels?

He reeked of booze.  And BO.  I stood beside a man on the bus the other day.  His swollen and busted up face caught my attention.  He had a hospital band on his wrist.  His dead eyes said it all.  In his hand was a bag full of rattling Olde English malt liquor bottles.  He…

A Joy To Be Hidden

“It’s a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found” – D. W Winnicott We were watching a documentary the other day that featured Mariel Hemingway and her family.  “Running From Crazy” spoke to the brokenness of the Hemingways, which of course included the legacy (or anti-legacy, if you will) of her…

Have You Met My Friend Jack?

“I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack and shit… and Jack just left town”.  – From Army of Darkness. While not exactly the most elegant quote, someone in a meeting used a variation of that one the other night – that there were only two things he knew out there while drinking…

Back When The Beaver Hit The Bong

Ah the good ol’ days. Well, more accurately, the past as we perceive through a hazy nostalgic set of goggles which are adjusted to a setting  that only allows us to acknowledge only what we want to see, deflecting and ignoring the things that don’t feed into the false ideal and image that we choose…

Oh Dear Me

[Warning – have your finger on the “ignore”, “next” or “whatever” buttons on your keyboard, phone or carrier pigeons.  I am not sure of what other people’s method of communication is these days, but I am assuming that it’s not winged, but I don’t want to be exclusive.  Just all-inclusive, like those Dominican Republican resort…

I’m Fine (I Want To Die)

“I’m Fine.” That ranks up there with “I know, but…” and “It wasn’t my fault,” in the alcoholics lexicon of most used expressions. “I’m Fine.” I don’t know how many times I uttered that phrase, knowing that approximately 99.9% of the time, I wasn’t fine.  I was far from fine.  If you could find a…

The Bubble

The Bubble. I don’t often think of it, but now and then it comes to mind.  It came up yesterday, as I was responding to one of Belle’s posts in her boombastic blog (I have been known to comment now and then on other blogs). The Bubble. If there was one thing, and one thing alone,…