recovery

Old paradigms die hard. Puking, sweating, convulsing every vestige of What No Longer Works into a heaping pile of shitty compost that will eventually grow something new and beautiful, but not until you’re scraped raw of every notion of what that might be.

I remember when marijuana was medically legalized in Los Angeles. I would see massive lines out the door of dispensaries in my neighborhood. Looking at everyone waiting for their kush, I’d ask myself, “Are all these people really here for ‘medical’ usage? This feels more like legalizing mass addiction to cope with depression, anxiety and god knows ... See more

Your sanity depends on you finding the comedy in the chaos

This line from David Foster Wallace still haunts me:

“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?”

And he’ll loo

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