Sitting in my favorite chair, next to the old worn out warm shirt I've had since Idaho.

I'm currently somewhere in N Florida, just had to let the dog off the pink chain and bring inside. He was barking at the neighbors.

Life is simple, I have my laptop on a footstool in front of me while my old favorite big table off to the left catches my stuff.

Shelby's mad at me, which means the rest of the family also is. I try to explain there are ways to ease my pain, but folks ain't buying it.

Life is pills, sobriety, and the loss of manhood...