Surviving the Hurricane

I grew up in a sleepy little TEENY TINY coastal town in Northern California. I convinced myself that all there was to do there was “drink, do drugs, fuck, or fight” because it was such a small, boring town with nothing else to do. I used to say that all the time. Isn’t it funny… Continue Reading


Sober Summer #2

I made it through my 1st Sober Summer. I thought the 2nd Summer would be easier, but I was wrong. It was more challenging, but strength is created when you are under pressure!