My parents ran a residential rehabilitation center. The basement of the first house on Thirty-five Chestnut Street was home for me as a newborn. When I was a kid my life seemed to have no adventure and felt completely void of characters. It wasn't as vivid as tales spun by addicts in search of recovery and a personal Jesus. Back then I didn't see contradictions and complications as a process of human maturity. Time taught me that Life is tragic, hope filled, explicit, and blessed ...
Nov 10, 2009
Blow Your Mind
One more for the road. If you know than you know. If not, just wait for the book.
Big shout to all my smokers out there.
Cough up a lung where I'm from ...
M
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blessings,
M