Cracked Head Memoirs

Along time ago in a city far away a buddy and I strolled out of a bar into the cool fall air. Along the way to the car my friend noticed an advertisement painted in the window of an auto repair shop. In bold red letters it stated “WE REPAIR CRACKED HEADS”. We never laughed harder.

By then we’d smoked up practically our entire business, which amounted to a little over 100 grand in cash, plus another 30 thousand or so in tickets. (We were ticket brokers, or scalpers, if you prefer.) It had taken less than a year. Somehow shortly thereafter I managed to escape. My friend never did. Eventually it caught up with him and he died last year at age 45.

After a seven year abstinence I returned to active addiction. Unless my behavior changes I’m not far behind my old friend. With that thought in mind, I’ve decided to write my memoirs. It won’t be pretty. If you’re easily disgusted it won’t be for you. If you can relate, may God have mercy on you. Some make it back from even darker places than I’ve been. Most don’t.

You’ll find everything you need to navigate this site in the sidebar to the right. The email address may come in handy, should you want to discuss something off the record. Additionally, my blog that ties in with this site (Cracked Head Blog) may prove interesting.

Peace, and may your favorite flavor of God bless you and keep you from cracking up, or worse.