We are in the era of the topless, body positive Instagram post. We are in the era of the multi-tweet thread chronicling everything from an individual’s heroic battle with a mental illness to a harrowing account of waiting in line at the airport. We are in the era of blogs like the one your reading […]Read More action! I wanna live.
what if I was no longer sober? what if I started drinking again? what if drugs were something that I all of a sudden just did again? what if this part of me for the last 8 years just melted away and suddenly wasn’t? what if it turned out to be not a big deal? […]Read More what if I was no longer sober?
It was an epic showdown between two individuals and I saw it all go down. These two sets of eyes, one to my right, the other directly in front on me, casually met at first. Then something switched, like they realized what the other one was made of. Before you knew it, both opponents were […]Read More newcomerish
To all my people who know where your wallet is this morning, put your hands up! All my people who woke up in their own beds, put your hands up! All my people, who didn’t have to read their sent text messages to remember their weekends, throw your hands up! I mean not to invoke every […]Read More lost weekends found
Here’s something crazy: 8 years ago today, I stopped drinking and doing drugs. Even crazier? I haven’t started again. As in 2920 days in a row without a day drinking, night drinking, late afternoon drinking– any kind of drinking at all. Oh and no drugs either which is really something because I like drugs a […]Read More 8
For people who don’t turn into a lost member of the Barrymore family every time they ingest alcohol, Monday’s debate was a chance to drink. And drink a lot. That clever little devil the Internet was littered with “Debate Drinking Games” over the past week. You know drinking games like the Star Wars drinking game […]Read More the election drinking game for people who don’t drink
On dancefloors. Under discoballs. Next to thumping speakers and kids in furry backpacks. Thru fog machines, cigarette smoke, and puffs of glitter. In empty, burned out warehouses suddenly transformed by day-glo foam sculptures of mushrooms and hearts, evoking a modern Alice in Wonderland. This is where I felt like I showed up. Like this was […]Read More I will survive…but not alone
Bubble. Furiously simmer. Boil over. And explode. Repeat for 10 to 20 years. This was the family recipe passed on for generations of hotheaded alcoholics. The funny thing is I always thought I wasn’t one of them. You know one of those angry, yelling types who blew the fuck up out of nowhere and for […]Read More Angry Anymore
For the eighth Fourth of July in a row, I will not ruin your barbecue. As much as I know you’d like me to show up at your dignified, patriotic while still being kitschy backyard fiesta, I will not. This means I won’t arrive at your function already buzzed even though it’s only 2pm. Ditto […]Read More I Won’t Ruin Your Barbecue. You’re Welcome.
Everybody has shown up to a party and immediately thought, “Maybe we should go.” 50 years ago today, in movie theaters, Nick and Honey wondered the same thing. Nick and Honey are nice young couple who are new at the university, so when the president of school’s daughter and her professor husband invited them to […]Read More ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?’ 50 Years Later Drinking With George & Martha is Still Terrifying