I wish I could carry Some of your load The tent or the food As we trudge down this road Your boots or your packs The water or saddle To give you time away From this sand blown battle Just 5 minutes would do To give you some peace With only your … Continue reading Camels Kissing
Author: BuddhaManAndy
I have devoted myself, because of my traumatic brain injury more than a decade ago and getting sober 7 years ago, to maximizing my new brain, like a Solitaire deck but with all the Aces and most of the face cards missing, by any means available.
Him (Paying Rent)
I filled my QuickTrip travel mug full of coffee, Heath flavored creamer and Sweet ‘N Low and went outside on the porch. Cigarette lit, I drew on it and sighed a deep sigh. I had seen that Mitch texted me when I checked my phone inside. Now it was time to read. But just knowing … Continue reading Him (Paying Rent)
Love Your Darlings
Years ago I was talking to a writer friend about her craft. She wrote professionally and reflected that in her profession, you often have to “kill your darlings.” This refers to the sad reality (at least for the one doing the writing) that very often, your most dear and (at least to you) poignant words … Continue reading Love Your Darlings
Gimme Your Card
I’ve always wanted to use that in conversation for any reason. Brother Wilmot used to say that when I went to the all-boys Catholic high school. “Your card” was your demerit card and “Gimme …”meant that you were probably about to get JUG (Justice Under God), the Jesuit euphemism for detention. But this post … Continue reading Gimme Your Card
Your Next Thought
Mitch had been a great guy to have in my side in sobriety. He recently celebrated 9 years of sobriety and I had an in-depth conversation with him at the Cornhusker Roundup about being a single guy a sobriety. That situation itself has proved interesting to say the least because I don’t have the … Continue reading Your Next Thought
Dead Poets Honor
No one would have dreamed of doubting your fireThe flame to make us laughAnd to feel, think and weepYou gave Neil the courage to be PuckYou gave Will the courage to be realAnd you gave Reeves the courage to smileWhen Lorne had his birthdayYou poked fun at BuseyAnd all kneeledIn praise of the Fisher KingBut it … Continue reading Dead Poets Honor
Him (Rude Awakenings)
I saw Him coming through the door out of my peripheral vision and kept eating. He didn’t go to the counter to ask, merely strode over to the soda fountain and filled up my water bottle that was half-filled with brown fluid. He came and sat down across from me at the table. He took … Continue reading Him (Rude Awakenings)
Him (A Heavy Bat)
“Well, you made it through the fire without drinking. Kudos and crap.” He sat in the recliner in the living room as I sorted through the mountain of bills and other mail on the dining room table. “Can’t take credit for that,” I said. “That was Greg’s doing,” I said. “Ah yes, your old buddy … Continue reading Him (A Heavy Bat)
The Making of “Doggie Dentures”
I always wanted to do a “Making of …”movie. What would be totally bitchin’ is to do a “Making of the Making of” movie. But I couldn’t really do a “Making of the Making of ‘Doggy Dentures’” cuz that would just be a movie of me typing at my computer right this moment. Not very … Continue reading The Making of “Doggie Dentures”
The Ongoing Saga of Housecleaning
My mom has been integral and plumb necessary to getting my house back up and running. Although we do have organizational and compartmentalization systems that are completely different. Mine is mostly a plan based on the concept of “like items go with like items.” Cleaning supplies all go in one place, DVD’s and books … Continue reading The Ongoing Saga of Housecleaning
My Zen Brain 