Denial

It doesn't change the truth — I rarely watch tv or get on Facebook. Facebook has become this mindless stream of nonsense. It use to be where I went to keep up with what is going on in the world. Now it's perverted memes and what Joe ate for dinner. Not once did I see a…

And there’s a reason for that — Target dates for the apocalypse: 2030, 2050. Arbitrary deadlines for climate tipping points. Everyone sees them. And they are total bullshit. These dates are made up targets designed to make us complacent. 2030. That’s pretty close, right? …

Denial is one of the primary tools of addiction. Sometimes disguised as hope, often stealthy in its infiltration of one’s mind, always deceptive in its story. “It’s not that bad, real drunks don’t have a job and are never sober” “It could be worse, at least he’s not hitting you.” …

I took a walk to clear my head, but thoughts of smugglers must’ve really spooked me — My head had been banging all day. I was trying to work but the tension around it, pressing in at my temples, was starting to make me feel dull and stupid. I decided a walk might make me feel better. I kicked off my slippers by the back door and…

Don’t call me an alcoholic, I’m not a bum — I catch the bartender’s eye and tip the bottle toward her so she knows to get me a cold one before I take my last swig. When Shelly’s working, she keeps ’em coming, unlike the kid who’s always looking at his phone. I work construction. Building roads is dirty but…