Revealing the Roots of Behaviors and Addictions
American Beauty
You can make it out alive, but that doesn’t mean you’ll make it out living — Day 9
You are disintegrating
Into everything around
Reintegrating
The worm we dug from higher ground
You have let go of ego
Ego is no longer you
Closer to nirvana
Since the porter’s whistle blewKundalini Express, Love and Rockets — 1986
Dryuary Day 9
I’ve always been comfortable with people I don’t know. I’ve always been a great stranger. This is when I have a clean slate, when no one knows me.
It was summer 1990. I had met Chris over spring break on South Padre Island. He was tan, with salt bleached curly hair. He and his friends had driven down from Kent State in Ohio.
Kent State? I don’t know why I found this so romantic.
We met on the beach and managed to meet up at a packed cantina later that night. There were many decks, at least a thousand revelers, cranked music and low lights. I don’t know how we found each other.
I sometimes think God was like, “You wanna get fucked up? Here. Take this path for a…
