Dear Drugs: Thank You
A long overdue letter at two years clean. Dear Drugs, It’s our anniversary. Remember 12–12–12? That was the date, exactly two years ago, when I went 24 hours without you in my body for the first time...
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Heroin in the Foothills
Part 1: Away We Go I didn’t even know this neighborhood existed in Auburn, and I’m from here. Million-dollar homes nestle up beside multimillion-dollar homes, each offering the same stunning view, from...
View ArticleFrom My Phone to Me: A Love Letter
Dear Jason, Wow. What can I say? I’ve never been in a relationship where love was expressed with such reciprocity, a standard, on-going affair with mutual admiration and respect. I. Complete. You. You...
View ArticleA Violent Trip Into the World Of Wife Beating
To Act or Not to Act: That is the Question Fantasy was about to become reality. It was about to go down. Twins. That’s right: Twins. I landed in London that morning, a short, 3-day vacation before...
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Confessions of a Drug-Addicted High School Teacher
Story based upon actual events. Names have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent. The identities of the guilty are protected by default. One year may not sound like enough time for a...
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My Doctor the Murderer
I didn’t know Gina Micali. But I knew her. Gina was 38 years old. She was a jet skier, wakeboarder, snowboarder. She was an athlete who got hooked on the pills after an injury and found herself unable...
View ArticleThat Time a Gypsy Told Me My Future
“You must listen me,” he said, his refusal to use prepositions starting to bug me. “Please?” “Look man, I told you. I-DON’T-HAVE-MONEY-FOR-YOU. Niente. Nada. Nichts or nix or however the fuck you say...
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