Archive | March 2013

Mommy issues?

Yesterday I was asked “Do you miss your mom?”  Should have been an obvious answer for most, but it was a complicated question for the son of a life-long heroin addict.  I guess the answer is of course, but what I really miss is what could have been, and what should have been.

Here is where I resist getting all political and turning this into a rail against how the failing war on drugs ruins more lives than it helps, but if I resist that I can just click the Personal category and have successfully experienced a slight bit of catharsis.

On the bright side though, I guess it was quite the educational upbringing;  the low-rent dives, the convict boyfriends, the mountain hide-outs while trying to stay clean, the midnight moves to another state, the prison visits, and so much more all the “normal kids” didn’t get to experience.  Heck, I even got to witness the importation of drugs into a state penitentiary using a peanut M&M bag and rubber balloons!   A bit more hard-core than sneaking some candy into the movie theater.

 

 

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A good morning

The gentle sounds of wind chimes, frogs in the creek, and a lone single-engine plane off in the distance… simply peaceful.