I started going out with my very first “girlfriend” at the tender age of 16. In that relationship, which lasted all of 3 months, I was cut right out of central casting as the quintessential Lloyd Dobler wannabe, complete with the goofy perv trenchcoat and my trusty boom box. Me and my Diane Court would … Continue reading John Cusack is Dead. Long Live John Cusack
Sure, my brain is damaged and there’s plenty of life moments that I experience differently than most. But there’s also plenty of stuff that I and other TBI survivors don’t have a monopoly on. Hence, the Mundane Brain. I smoke. I’ve gotten down to 2-3 packs per week, but anyone remotely connected to the heath … Continue reading Mundane Brain Journal: Blogging, smoking and Stuffing My Fat Pie Hole
Some of us wear our scars For all the world to see Others have sustained wounds Hidden from you and me The sober know, like no one else The rage, frustration and loss Of our true selves, our lost nature So buried beneath the moss Of booze and drugs, grown over our souls … Continue reading For the Sober, the TBI Warriors, the Tested, Tried and True
Imagine you are a painter. You’re standing in your studio in front of a blank canvas and your task for the next week is to replicate the Mona Lisa. You don’t have a print or photo of the painting to go off of. Instead, you must rely strictly on memory, which is gonna be a … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Memory
I’m halfway through One Breath at a Time: Buddhism and the Twelve Steps by Kevin Griffin. I was a little suspect at first because he quoted Noah Levine a couple times at the start of the book and Noah Levine has had a lot of bad press lately. I don’t judge what he is accused … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Desire
Did I get ya? Relax Facebook fans of My Zen Brain. That was just a little thought experiment I ran just now to see if an incendiary title would finally crack the code of bringing more Twitter users to this site. I’ll check my Stats at the end of the day to see if it … Continue reading Twitter is for Nazis
I first started to cultivate the idea of book almost four years ago. It was going to be about my experience/ordeal/project/healing journey that spanned the time beginning just before I had my TBI 14 years ago through until I checked into alcohol rehab 7 years ago. Then, as any writer will tell you, life happened. … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Empty Calories
Shaved smut burns a lot Rainbows hold the keys to pride The dogs, they do find Glory Origins: My coffee is cold. Ah well. At least Rory fed the chickens.
I just got back from a little mini-vacation to visit my brother and his family in Rhode Island. I was a good trip and I really enjoyed being them, going to the beach, eating Atlantic lobster rolls, running on the beach front and meditating at a little ocean front park the day before I left. … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Back to the World
Poetic meathead Licks the cosmos clean of ire Lazy giraffe smirks Origins: You can destroy all mankind. But eat your Cheerios first.