02.24
i’ll tell you this.
the last time i burned rock in the glass dick
they found me in a santa suit walking up and down Military Trail
throwing bags of shit at cars and reciting Kierkegaard outloud.
i woke up in the drunk tank
in hallandale beach florida
next to a cuban tranny
who was urinating in my hair entertaining the other men.
over here
the addiction you have
is replaced with the addiction to God.
The Twelve Steps.
a higher power.
i don’t know what’s worse
living in the suburbs paying bills and clocking in and out of a state job
mowing your lawn every friday
taking the kids and wife to the mall
snapping family portraits and sending them to grandma
or putting in a 12-hour shift on the kill floor of an abattoir
taking hits of whiskey during breaks
or smoking meth at happy hour.
(“oh how men suffer for children.”)
As usual, Pruteanu is dead-on and pitch-perfect.
Here's a published piece by yours truly in amphibi.us: http://bit.ly/9WUkzp
attitude of gratitude
And somehow when the 12 step God heads listen to your story, they always seem to just be waiting for their chance to speak.