Addiction is pretty simple to say what it is, you stay out of the whole thing about whether it’s just low character or it’s a disease or whatnot. Forget all that shit. This is addiction: you smoke, shoot, snort, eat, drink, do something that hurts you and you know it hurts you but you can’t stop. You just keep doing it. That’s addiction. So by that definition you can't be addicted to something that’s good for you, right? And see this is where shit gets complicated, because green ice is good for you. It’s so damn good for you. But you can't ever stop.

Green ice, or just green as most call it now, showed up in the hood about six months ago. Something like meth or crack but it’s not supposed to be either. Don’t even know if it’s like plant-based or just some new twist on Molly and I don’t care. I just know that something happens to you when you been using it long enough. Something good. Something that could change everything.

It started out…

or Deep South Rashomon

Biscuithead changed my life, that’s for sure. But that’s what people do, isn’t it? If we’re paying attention? Even if we’re not expecting much from them in the first place?

It had been more than twenty years since I’d picked up a pen. The pen had practically become obsolete, when you think about it. I’d always had the habit of dancing with two girls at the prom: Words and Pictures. And Pictures,…

Well...

My wife got contacted by a recruiter the other day and got a job the following day (yesterday).

I, in turn, had another catch up with the company director that I had an interview with a little while back.

The job on offer is similar to what I have done in my previous role. Problem was... the previous company was a soul sucking shithole that made me feel worthless. Every single other job I have had, I was easily in the top 3 workers and bosses were…