Today one day has turned into SEVEN-years of continuous sobriety for yours truly. In celebration and reflection of the past seven years, I wrote an article about my first day clean and sober for the latest issue of The Fight Magazine. I’m feeling grateful. Luv, Me === DAY ONE I wanted to quit the drinking, […]
Here’s a ditty I wrote for the latest issue of The Fight Magazine concerning the recent death of trainer of Max Phoenix. I told my editor I was the last person who should write about Max; I was nowhere near his inner circle, but he figured the distance made me the best person to write […]
We’ll call her Lorena. In her Hey Day, she was a one of those show queens at Plaza–that ghetto fab dive bar that features Mexican vaudeville drag acts lip synching to Spanish hits on La Brea Boulevard (the real fun is watching these non-English speaking divas lip synch to English hits; their lips move, but […]
I hit up the alumni meeting the other night at the recovery house where I was a resident over six years ago. I haven’t been to that meeting in close to a year for no particular reason, other than life gets big and a bitch gets busy. Of course, I always get a blast […]
I tripped over a baggy of cocaine the other day, which really tripped my ass out (trussst me – I didn’t have to give it the old rub-on-the-gums taste test to know it was coke). It was a tiny speck– not more than a few key-bumps-worth and definitely not something to relapse over, but […]