Tree and wallet meet Meditation by ocean Once gone, I.D. weeps Origins: Yeah, left my wallet by a tree while meditating by the ocean. Love to blame the brain injury, but sometimes a bonehead move is just a bonehead move.
Month: August 2019
Busted Brain Journal: If they don’t stop the train, I’m jumping out the window.
Yesterday. I met with a man who works for the Brain Injury Alliance of Rhode Island. We spent almost 2 hours talking about our respective brain injuries and it turns out he has the same classification I do of having an "acquired brain injury" rather than a "traumatic brain injury," a distinction which still eludes … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: If they don’t stop the train, I’m jumping out the window.
Strip club lotto tickets
Oprah's killing spree Ended with a failed bake sale Dumpster fires rage Origins: I could use a drink. Pine Sol makes a great chaser. Just remember the napkins.
Busted Brain Journal: Let go and Let God
This one irks me no end. Take control of your life with TBI and/or alcoholism. The thought that the Creator of the Universe has any control over your recovery from these things implies that you do not. If you do something to further your recovery from alcoholism or a TBI, you did that. "God" didn't … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Let go and Let God
Dilly Dally Gravel Punk
Flannel won't save you Wood chips ice cream didgeridoo At high noon, badgers weep Origins: The end of the world is coming. But it's okay. As long as I have pistachios.
Busted Brain Journal: I am not the Walrus
Sitting at gate B18 at Midway, I was thinking about how I’ve never had anybody close to me die. I mean, my mom’s mom and dad died when I was a kid, but both of my father’s parents died before I was born. A teenager I didn’t know died in a drunk driving accident when … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: I am not the Walrus
Marmalade Racing Stripes
The captain smokes crack The flight attendant shoots up Cats in the cockpit Origins: Everybody thinks Barthalamu runs with scissors. The truth is, garments roll sideways from the beach. My teeth just telegraphed the King of Sweden.
Busted Brain Journal: Going to the Show
Busted Brain Journal: Going to the Show Yesterday, my boss needed me to join him for some work off-campus. I am a Housekeeper for a brain and spinal cord rehab center and residence and the company owns a couple independent living apartment buildings around town. I change all the names of people I write … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Going to the Show
Haiku: Fiddlesticks and break fluid
The elves quibble fierce Collective bargaining brawls Tonka trucks hurled Origins: Little people have fierce tempers. Too may years of being shot down to ride roller coasters. The booze flows and your children weep for neglected rag dolls and Legos.