Here’s a Throwback Thursday / Flashback Friday to the time I graced the cover of a The Fight Magazine exactly 5 years ago this month. Yep, I was on the cover of issue #01. In that first issue, I wrote about being sober back when I had a whole four years of continuous sobriety. Now […]
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 […]
The quote you see below is still floating all over the internet to this day. This gem comes from the Windy City Times website; I believe the year is 2003. I was shit-kicked into rehab only 10 days into 2007, so you can only imaging the level of insanity that was my life […]
“Is this too porny?” Porn star Trenton Ducati asked jokingly as he flexed his arms over his head and looked at the camera with exaggerated fuck me/fuck you seductive eyes during his big photo shoot for the cover of The Fight Magazine. That was my first impression of him when I walked into a […]
I could not explain it. One day I found myself feeling sluggish in the middle of the day. I’m talkin’ about I took two naps in the afternoon, which I rarely do, on account of naps have a tendency to make me feel like a lazy ass–and on the rare occasions that I do […]
Saying you’re an addict and NOT an alcoholic and then adding that you’re clean but not sober is kinda like spraying cologne on a dirty asshole and telling yourself you don’t need a shower (I hate cologne queens). The same goes for people who say they’re sober and then light a joint or pop […]
Get a boyfriend and the chances of getting a pooch in the midsection are very likely (and I’m not talking about a furry, four-legged K-9 friend on your belly either, although we do have one of those also who loves to take naps on and around the gunt area). Of course, I still workout, […]
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 […]
“I HAVE to get sober,” I told the program director at the Van Ness Recovery House back in the very beginning when I had a few days of sobriety/recovery. And she told me that you don’t get sober because you HAVE to; you get sober because you WANT to. The truths is, I didn’t know […]
I woke up to endless using dreams this morning–meaning I dreamt that I was high as high could be and the party in my dreams was not pretty. I hardly ever have using dreams, and when I do, I’m never high in my dream state. I don’t actually go through the motions of euphoria […]