To an Audience of One

I’m bellied up to the bar of The Two Boots Saloon nightclub – a wood-walled joint lit by Sterno candles and neon beer signs – not far from the shores of the Puget Sound in Washington State. At night, this place pounds with the unintelligent thump of mainstream club music, and the walls are packed … More To an Audience of One

To a Dopeless Hopefiend

(Click Play to Listen) Chris was a kid that I met in rehab long before his vein was ever stabbed, long before he’d first maintained a habit, or given the end of his last rope a grab at it. That didn’t happen until he met me. Was I a bad influence? Sure. An instigator? Definitely. … More To a Dopeless Hopefiend