80 West Louise (2850 South)
South Salt Lake City, UT 84115
Sometimes I’m a savage And then sometimes there is sadness I sit alone, my mind is blown Trying to rectify the madness The divorce comes, I’m free to run should bring tons of gladness For the first time I am single and I wonder how that happens The bottle was my escape and my ex
Here I sit. Not idle, however. I’m sitting at a table surrounded by darn good men, who struggle with a cunning and baffling phenomenon. Of course I’m talking about addiction and I’m sitting in the Promontory Correctional Facility in Draper Utah. This is the Con-Quest Substance Abuse Program and I’m an extremely grateful recovering alcoholic.
I awakened with a start and the sickness was upon me. Like a sulking wild animal it gathered it’s strength to pounce upon me in the early dawn. My mind racing I checked the time, still too early to call the purveyor of misery I called my friend. I stared at things in my space
I started drinking like a lot of us. In High School, kegs up the canyon, kegs at parties, cheap terrible wine skiing and even worse wine trying to impress my dates with how sophisticated I was. My wine even had a cork. College was more drinking but nothing I ever worried about. I was, what
On the First Step to a life worth living my Higher Power gave to me: the gift of desperation and a life of unmanageability. On the Second Step to a life worth living my Higher Power gave to me: a belief that there was something much bigger than me, and the hope of being set
I am grateful for the weather so beautiful, it changes with every season. How it’s so beautiful in the summer, fall, winter and spring. I came to prison in June, the hot time of year. It was my first time in prison being sober. How grateful I am for that! Also, each day as I