Eight years ago today, I woke from fitful, nightmarish sleep, completely poisoned by alcohol. The darkened room stank of vomit, alcohol, and a sweat so pungent—caustic, almost—it would make your throat gag and your eyes water. It was noon. I'd put away 15 litres (32 pints) of beer in the previous 24 hours and I was disoriented on a scale I'd never, ever been before. I reached for the plastic bag—already a third full with vomit—on the floor beside my bed and wretched up bile that burned my oesophagus like acid. Then my six-year-old son walked in the door and tearily uttered, "Please stop drinking Papa, I don't want you to die."Read More
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.Read More
Nothing satiates my appetite for self-reflection and the documentation of life's finer things quite like the end of year review. So without further ado, here's what got my juices flowing in 2017.Read More
Seven years sober. It's surreal to write those three words. I used to live in a parallel (drunken) world where I'd imagine a sober me. The odds always seemed insurmountable, though. Sobriety was for other people. Me? I'd never get out of the vortex of addiction, at least not alive, anyway.Read More
I was introduced to Soundgarden around the time I was introduced to my best friend, Trev. It was late 1992 and I was in high school. I'd been digging on Pearl Jam and Alice In Chains for a while and when the Singles soundtrack dropped, I was anticipating going deeper with the Seattle scene which was shifting the paradigm of culture around us. We didn't have the Internet but we devoured fanzines, rare VHS tapes of live performances, and copied album cassettes that we played until they stretched and broke. It was the most amazing time to be alive.Read More
Week one of 2017 is in the bag and you've probably stumbled across countless goal-setting, new years resolutions, and life-hack articles already. While I usually avoid these articles I understand why they are written and their subsequent popularity. People want to become the best version of themselves, right?Read More
Ah, the contrived year-end summation. Having distilled down most of the emotional highs and lows of 2016 in my previous post, I am veering into the territory of personal influences for this (maybe not-so) little commentary.Read More
August 7th, 2010.
It was on that day I said to myself, Do it today, there is nothing in this life for you anymore but hurt and pain; the kids will forget you and get on with life. You will no longer feel the deep shame and powerlessness that has taken away the person you were. Kill yourself. Today!Read More
In France, you don't talk about religion. Full stop. Case closed. Go back to your mille feuilles.
It's not because it's divisive. You won't even get the discussion started-shut down before you've finished your opening sentence. A lot of folks on the outside look to Liberté, égalité, fraternité as a model for how a society should function. Having spent nine years here and thousands of hours in class rooms talking with adults of all races and socio-economic backgrounds, I can tell you it's a motto of paradoxical frustration.Read More