It’s Payday!

This piece is a brief description of “what it was like” in the fairly early stage of my addiction to alcohol and other stuff. The year 1978. I am a utility assembly finisher by trade at Smith Tool Company. One of two, in that era, largest manufacturers of rock bits, used for drilling for oil and

Honesty

Continuing my endeavor into principles that I somehow failed to integrate as I grew up. If any have any questions about that, just start from my first post and that should explain a lot. My guess though is that most get it. So I’ve subjected myself to enough emotional anguish and despair that I have

The Seeker

I’ve looked under chairs I’ve looked under tables I’ve tried to find the key To fifty million fables chorus: They call me The Seeker I’ve been searching low and high I won’t get to get what I’m after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timmothy Leary

Something about the blues

Divine Music It never wears you out by making cheap demands on your sensibilities. Instead of drawing you out into the open field of feelings where your enemies, the devil and your own imagination and the inherent vulgarity of your own corrupted nature can get at you with their blades and cut you to pieces,