I say fuck the children. Fuck ‘em. —George Carlin, You Are All Diseased My sister was a tiny weeny little kid when she dressed Wicket, my BFF Ewok figurine, in Cabbage Patch Kids clothes, and lullabied the action figure to sleep with the promises of a dog named Rover. As far as I can remember being violently repelled … Continue reading
A short reflection on alcohol, and sobering up. In the movie Smashed, the main character played by Mary Elizabeth Winstead admits that her recent sobriety has been somewhat anticlimactic, and that after enjoying a life of debauchery, kicking the habit did not transform her life into a fairy tale. If anything, life is now sporting a … Continue reading
Tracy Fulks is one year sober. I’m proud of you, my friend. Tracy asked if I could write a post about my own battles with drugs and alcohol addiction. I did, and I did it on Tracy’s blog. In solidarity. It’s an earnest post, and you can find it here. I will join you there.
Our trip together takes us from New York to Idaho, to meet a tattooed chicken farmer, Kana Tyler. The End. Part II. I’ve just discovered Kana’s blog, and in all honesty, I think it’s the closest I’ll ever come to visiting Idaho. The End. Epilogue. Kana touches me: she’s working towards sustainable living, she loves … Continue reading
There’s cause for celebration… It’s Monday, and Le Clown is two years sober! Salute! Post Scriptum: It’s also moving day for Le Clown’s clan… Take it as my Out to Lunch…
It’s called a belly, or as Le Clown affectionately calls his, a one-ab™. You’ve seen the pictures, Le Clown is pretty. Pictures don’t lie, but they sure do hide that extra weight: a large shirt, a very long and deep breath, and say cheese (hello, Oxford comma)! Le Clown started drinking when he was just … Continue reading
While I was applying my clown make-up this morning, I noticed some old broken capillaries on my nose, courtesy of my many years of heavy boozing. It might be news for some, but Le Clown is a recovering alcoholic, and a former drug addict. Le Clown partied real hard, for a very long time, starting … Continue reading
I maintain a few personal email exchanges with bloggers. Some of you have touched me. And quite often and quite honestly [this sentence will be auctioned on eBay; you'll be given all the rights to use it as you please in your future literary endeavours], I’ve been bewildered by your craft, either by your out-of-the … Continue reading