I don’t write much about my mother, even if as a kid, I was much closer to her than I was to my dad. There’s a great deal of good in my mom, and there’s a great deal of baggage between us. My mother introduced me to Pink Floyd, David Bowie, beer and marijuana. My … 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
Everything about Vanessa Chapman is a lie… this is a lie… and this too. Everything she says about us is a lie. Vanessa Chapman does not exist. Vanessa Chapman is not part of my blogroll. The following is not based on actual events. Ask your mom—she was there. So the conversation went like this… LE CLOWN: … 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.
Meizac and her daughter made an impromptu visit to Montreal last weekend [I've been waiting for her blog post pertaining to the time she spent with Le Clown and The Ringmistress... to no avail. Wanker]. We had to prepare a special meal for Meizac, as she is a vegan [Merriam-Wesbter’s definitions: 1- A mythical tastebud-less beast from … 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