I am homesick for a place that doesn't exist. A recovered drug addict, OD writer from way-back-when, an OG of mIRC and #chatrooms, back when the sound of dialup was an echo of my own heartbeat. I'm a prisoner of nostalgia, and the written word has always been my escape. Somedays, I feel as though as I am suspended in a time continuum. That, to me, is peace.

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November 13, 2021
A year ago.  What was I doing a year ago?  It's funny, my short-term memory is shot.  I've had a fun life.  I've had a hard life.  It's nobody's fault, I had a wonderful childhood.  I was presented with opportunity, but I must've been blind during that phase.  I suppose it is my fault, but…
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