Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is a painful experience, indeed. Been there before, being ashamed of some of my writes. My vault has lots of poems, lyrics, and ideas. I even possess a lot of my old notebooks, including the very first one. I don’t share from that book, it was really bad. lol. But I also have a section of writes where I don’t even know who that person is, when I was drunk and depressed I was a mess. Those works are kept as a reminder of how bad my state of living was. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You know what it’s all about then, just from a different point of view. Alcoholics are often guilty of hurting those closest to them. In our minds we’re only hurting ourselves, not realizing that those who love us are a casualty of the disease as well. Thank you, brother. I never want to be that person again. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re not the only one, I don’t miss those days. Right back at you, brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I think for me it started as an escape, then in it seeped into my writing, at one time I actually thought I couldn’t write without booze. Like I said, there are layers to addiction. I understand their struggles, it’s not easy to let go of something that becomes part of one’s being. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Sam. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I don’t miss those days in my life, and there were many of them unfortunately. I dig that line as well. Always an honor to meet a fellow survivor. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’ve faced it from a different point of view, which means you’ve witnessed those horrors in realtime my friend. Part of sobriety has been digging deep into my psyche, to understand my ticks and how they make me tick. lol. And not take myself so seriously all the time, try to enjoy the moment and not overanalyze every damn thing. Easier said than done, but I try. Thanks for your heartfelt commentary, means a lot to me. I’m glad you enjoyed the visit, and continue to support my work. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia thank you the idea we should conform to a stat pattern is ludacris I’m happy this spoke to you 💕

hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously my friend 💕

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you, brother.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Daniel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s cool, brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I love the last stanza as well. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I was trying to save the best for last. lol. Seriously though, many thanks for the, Mic Drop! Appreciate you.

Damian

I have been known…a time or 2…to go chasing. But generally, I stick to the porch with an unobstructed path to shelter at my back. Been in the tornado belt too long to not respect them. In this case, it chased us. First we knew was the sound of what seemed to be an airplane through the living room, followed by huge crashes. When I say we had a tree all over our yard, parts were in the front, parts along the side & part was in back. Big house, lots of ground to cover. We were very lucky. Thank you for stopping by

It was a wild time. Crazy intense. Enough so that my 35 yr old daughter came downstairs looking for her mommy. Some people still have no power. I love storm watching. This was bigger than that. We were super lucky, my friend

It was…memorable. Thank you