Life and Times

New Orleans, LA. 22

Sometimes it's a card game, sometimes it's my work, most of the time it's just stories and consequences, you know- my life.

Happy Bicycle Day

Not that I’ll be partaking. I’m already insane enough as it is.

Sober Michael

is getting on my nerves with all this “morality” and “rationale”. It’s like this is how normal people act or something. Damn, how do they make it through the day haha.

I need a new hobby that isn’t a trading card game or drugs xD

Fun time travels presents:

Driving. Lots and lots of driving.

What a journey!

I am Jack’s broken, battered soul.

I’m sorry. It’s not easy saying it clearly for once. Not jumbled up in forgotten promises and lies, but honestly sorry. Forgiveness is impossible. I don’t deserve it, from anyone. But I can say this, sobriety has made me realize what a terrible human being I am and, with all these broken pieces falling to the ground, I can finally see myself for who I am. It will become clearer as time progresses I’m sure. With my mind slowly starting to uncloud and my spirit awakening once more I hope that all the guilt and resentment I have from hurting others will finally wash away. I never claimed to be perfect, in fact I told all of you from the beginning how I felt in earnest. It is not a new beginning, because the end is not in sight for me. This is something I will have to come to terms with and live with. I am a miserable waste of time, which I find myself having more and more of each day. I guess what I’m trying to say is be safe and be happy, no matter what. Remember? I always use to say it… Smile no matter what, be happy and enjoy what you’ve been blessed with, whatever that may be. You’ve got the world in front of you. Grab hold of the reins and never look back!

It’s never too late to change… I hope. I will try to make amends with my demons, instead of throwing them on others or running away, or turning them on myself. I’ll keep this going until I finally have a reason to be alive. Until then… Let’s just say I’m yearning for happy smiles and brighter days. Haha. Happy early birthday to me, the world’s biggest asshole. That felt good to say finally!

My name is Michael and I’m a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. Thanks for listening, the few of you that actually care

You’re the drug inside of me!!

Someone… SOMEONE!?!?!!!

go on Facebook, find RastaSol, and tell that man that his new drum and bass mix of all of bauuer ever that he handed out at Buku is fucking insane!?! Also, being sober is just so gosh darn peachy keen :D (“;/) haha.. Haaa Ahh. Yeah.