Real life

it matters

In 1989; i was using…alcohol more than drugs. Many nights, i’d split a 12 pack with Mr.X and on more than one occasion, i polished one off by myself. Nobody ever called me an addict then…but it certainly runs in my family; we are a clan that self-medicates…that gambles…that overeats. i’ve lived the chaos that … Continue reading

Music / Real life

hold my hand

i’m driving into the parking garage at work… behind a long line of cars… slowly snaking up levels in search of the elusive sweet parking spots. At some point, with my elbow balanced on the car door handle, i begin to absentmindedly stroke my cheek. Within seconds, i’m thinking how it feels when His controlled … Continue reading