Monday, April 7, 2014

Found in a Fall

(I always hoped that someday my photography and my writing would somehow matter to others.  It means more to me than I can briefly explain.  It means everything.   I really do appreciate all of the support and encouragement I have received as a result of my photography and writing.  I mainly write about my "story" and the people who happen to be around me. It's really about God.  I want my writing to help people.  Now, for the first time, I wrote about someone else's "story".  Writing about this man helped me.  I hope to continue writing about peoples struggles and their successes.  Below is Michaels story.  It will soon appear in Laguna Honda's Hospital's newspaper - The Voice. )

"I've found myself in a fall. I'm knowing myself for the first time. It's a total awakening – beyond words. Words would only cheapen it. It's more. I will fill in the blanks next time we meet.”

We did meet. And, Michael did more than fill in the blanks. Michael inspired me to be a better person. He is an amazing person. He went through a lot to complete himself to be that person. Being a former Laguna Honda Hospital patient, I too have been through a lot. He inspires me. I believe his story will inspire many.

Michael was divorced in early 2013. Following his divorce, he became very depressed. For ten years, he was accustomed to taking care of his children. With the divorce, things had changed. Michael began living very recklessly. Though he had always been a bit of a daredevil, he began taking more risks. He began doing things like skateboarding more recklessly. He is also a climber. Before, he climbed rocks, but in his new reckless life, he began climbing buildings! He did these things to amuse his friends. They were amused. In fact, they found it “amazing”.

One night, Michael climbed up a 4 story building at the corner of 6th and Minna, but did not climb down. He fell down. He knew “it was going to hurt”. He fell feet first and then fell forward onto his face. He broke 24 bones in the fall - many in his face. He also shattered his femur, knee, right ankle, and right shoulder.

Michael was rushed to General Hospital and was heavily medicated. Upon awakening, he was nude and was surrounded by 4 beautiful nurses. Michaels first thought “this is heaven.” Then, he looked down to see his knee cap flopped over to the side of his leg. This was his reality. The pain began.

After spending some time at General Hospital, Michael was transferred to Laguna Honda for recovery. He was terrified he would never be able to walk again.

Michael's 5th day at Laguna Honda Hospital

Prior to his fall, Michael made his living as an artist. He feared losing his passion. He used to pull the covers over his head so the nurses would not walk in on him when he was in tears, as he wondered about his future and feared the worst. Would he be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life? Michael is a sculptor and says it is very necessary for him to be on his feet to create his art. His injuries made him believe that he was about to lose the one thing he believed he still had – art.

For the first couple of months Michael's legs were non-weight-bearing. Just putting his legs over the side of the bed was excruciating. He could not imagine the pain when he would actually try to stand. He had experienced a lot of pain in his life, but nothing like this. Although Michael was in a lot of pain, and full of fear, he never gave up on his passion for art. He regularly created sculptures in Laguna Honda's weekly pottery class.



Michaels creation in Laguna Honda's pottery class.

Michael continued to pursue his passion, yet he still feared he may never walk again. Michael's first hope came the first time he got into the swimming pool for physical therapy. He says his physical therapist is an absolute angel. Those who work at Laguna Honda have angelic reputations from many of their patients. In time, Michael did walk again and is on his way back into an even better life than he had before the incident.

Michael believes his fall taught him very much. He believes the pain and his fears of never walking again, made him a better person. The incident changed him. He truly believes he found himself in a fall. He is now grateful for everything. Micheal was very successful early in life and believes that in some ways, that success may have hindered his art career. He thinks he may have taken some things for granted. He believes he now has gratitude for what he does. He says that now he is not out to please everyone, he is out to make art.

For Michael, life today is beautiful. He cares about himself. He loves himself. He says that “self-honesty” is number one. During Michaels reckless days, people did not want to be around him. Now, they do. People are now on board with him.

Michael says that he was even inspired by his “haters”. He wanted to prove that absolutely nothing could stop him. Not having a lot of visitors while in the hospital, he made the people around him his family. Laguna Honda has a great reputation for this. Michael continues to see the patients at Laguna Honda as family. He volunteers at the hospital because he has “been there.” He understands where they are.

He is now giving back to the place that gave so much to him. He can relate to the people who are hurting at Laguna Honda and he continues to volunteer to help patients in pottery classes, helping to inspire people to create beautiful art.

Michael volunteering at Laguna Honda's pottery class.

Michael’s goal is to help and give back to people who have been where he has recently been. He feels if he can relate to someone then he has something to offer. He also plans to grow his name in the art world. And, he is. He recently had a show at Stanford University and is currently creating sculptures for a beautiful restaurant complex.

It is said that things happen for a reason. This amazing artist was on a very reckless path which created an incredibly difficult incident for him to find his way through. He not only found his way, he found himself. He really is on his way toward a better life. Michael said it best himself, “I've found myself in a fall.”


Monday, March 31, 2014

Let Love Rule


I have not written a blog for a while.  I've been busy - mostly using.  It's sad, but it is true.  How I could have ever decided to use again, I'll never know.  I do know one thing - what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.  My last insane episode in which I had a methamphetamine induced psychotic reaction (suicide attempt) did not kill me.  It's a long story, but in my insanity, I thought I had to kill myself.  All I am trying to say is, I'm going to make it.

Even the voices aren't always trying to kill me.  Even the devil doesn't want me dead anymore.  Probably because it would be bad for him too, but....  Using is so wrong still.  I know this.  I must stop.  Some of the voices have said I shouldn't even write.  That simply tells me one thing.  I shouldn't use.  We all agree on that point.  When I don't use, I don't really hear voices.  Or, when I do hear them, they are pretty supportive.  They can even be supportive when I am using sometimes - as long as I'm not playing with myself.  One of them said to me the other day, "We are all in this together."  That touched my heart and reminded me that - we are!

I was beginning to believe that this blog was not really doing too much for anyone anymore.  It's supposed to help people - including me.  If it helps people, it helps me.  I have this friend who also struggles with addiction.  She's been reading my blog for a while.  One night, when I was clean and at Wally World I called her when she was having a hard night.  Did I mention how hot she is?  It really wasn't about that.  She's still hot.  Actually, she is a beautiful human being.

The other day, she really helped me believe that this blog does matter.  She recently got back out on her own by getting her own place!  And, recently she sent me this message.  "Dude I want to go get smashing drunk, do a few lines, pop some Valiums and smoke a joint. BUT I CAN'T. I LOVE ME. THE OTHER STUFF BROUGHT NOTHING BUT PAIN IN MY LIFE AND CAUSED SO MANY PROBLEMS. YOU, YES YOU MR. BEATY KEEP ME SOBER!  My love for you is heavenly pure."
 
I too love her.  She touched my heart with her message.  She also helped me want to stay clean.  She reminded me that this blog actually does matter.  People matter.  I love all of you.  It was all of you who supported me when I was in the hospital last year.  I can't tell you how much that really meant to me.  It still does.  It always will.  Thank you all.  I really do love you.

I also love being at Wally World's outpatient program.  Recovery is full of so many good people.  One of my favorite new friends is now blind.  His blindness happened in a using related accident years ago. I will use a nickname since he is in recovery.  However, I promise you his real name fits ever better to this really cool story.  He chose his nickname.

Mack worked for Ultra Sound.  Ultra Sound is the sound company for the Grateful Dead.  He has so many good stories to tell.  The other day, he was wearing a shirt with an image of a microphone on it with little zig-zags lines coming out like it was making sound.  I noticed the shirt and really liked it, but did not get the opportunity to ask him about it.  He was talking about something else.  And, knowing he'd been blind for a while, I wasn't sure how long he had it.  I knew he must have known what it was of course since he's a sound guy.

Later, as I was unlocking my bike outside and getting ready to leave he said, "Oh, Dave, I wanted to tell you about this shirt."  I had wanted to ask about it anyway, so I of course was ready to hear.  He said that he was being his  very talkative self while in the recording studio with The Grateful Dead.  He said that Bob Weir came up to him and gave him this shirt with a mic on it.  Mack appreciated it of course.  Bob then told Mike that it has a mic on it because he talked to much and needed to be quiet!

Mack laughed quite a bit about this.  It was funny.  He does talk a lot. and that's one of the reasons I really like this guy.  I think he may be our bands sound guy.  He is blind now, so I'm not sure what he could do on the sound board, but I'm sure his presence will help.  The last guy  we had from Ultra Sound really helped.  He worked for Dave Matthews Band.  I also met him at Wally World.  He, like many of our band members struggles to stay clean.  We haven't seen him for a while.  Unfortunately, we've lost our drummer.  He too struggles.  I did see him on the street last week at 2:00AM.  Obviously, we were both up to no good.  Our bass player, like our singer and guitar player (me) also struggle staying clean and miss practice sometimes.

I really liked Mack's story.  As I was leaving, Mack, in so many words, said that he liked me.  He says that people always ask him how Wally Worlds outpatient program is and if there are any interesting people.  He says that he always tells them about "Five Story Dave".  That was a new one.  I've been called Super Dave, but never 5 Story Dave.  I love people like him.  People who make me smile. 

I really do love people.  It is so important that I don't use.  When I a using...I'm not loving people.  I always want to love people.  Always.



Love is gentle as a rose
And love can conquer any war
It's time to take a stand
Brothers and sisters join hands

We got to let love rule
Let love rule
We got to let love rule
Let love rule

Love transcends all space and time
And love can make a little child smile
Oh can't you see
This won't go wrong
But we got to be strong
We can't do it alone

We got to let love rule
Let love rule
We got to let love rule
Let love rule

Let love rule
You got to got to got to
Let love rule

You got to got to got to, yeah
Let let let let love rule
Let love rule

Let love rule
You got to got to got to
Use to yeah
You got to yeah
Waouh
You got to
Got to got to got to yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let love rule

 

Monday, February 24, 2014

Bring Me To Life

I hate being nothing to no one.  That is what I become every time I use.  In my last blog, I said I needed to Give to Live.  I have not stopped giving.  I have not given up this time like I did last time.  It means too much and I know that.  However, I do keep using and that can't continue!  

I also said in my last blog that by using I am killing myself.  Even when I am alive, when I use, it is as if I am not alive.  I begin to lose my soul.  I literally become nothing to no one.  I disappear and I am unreachable.  Those who know me notice this every time.

I try to live The Truth.  It's not as if I do not tell The Truth after the fact, but when I tell someone I will be somewhere it is important that I keep my word.  Saying I will be somewhere and then not is basically lying the way I see it. I mean what I say when I say it, I just end up changing my plans.  Basically, I choose to use and once I do that I can't do anything else.

It's important I be grateful that I am alive and have received so many blessings.  The other thing I do not do when I use is take care of myself.  It is so important I do certain things every day, many times a day or it could ultimately kill me.  It would definitely hurt my health which really isn't that great anyway.

I am alive.  When I use it is as if people can see into my eyes like open doors.  I know that God can and that should be enough, however, it seems more people can.  I know that using is not living.  I have to live.  I mean really live life.  If anyone is suppose to know that, it is me. 

So many have been so good to me.  I really am grateful for all that has been done, but it is important that I am always that way.  I can't keep using.  It means too much.

Unbelievably, I don't have a lot to say.  My head is just not really there.  I thought it was important that I say something.  It's more important I do something.  That something is STAY CLEAN. I haven't taken it too far yet.  It's dark, but not that dark.   Still, I need to find my soul.

 
 
How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Now that I know what I’m without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead

All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become

(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

GIVE TO LIVE! (part II)

"Without great love (and I mean great love) and great suffering, where there is a major defeat, major humiliation, major shock to the ego self, very few people will grow into mature faith."

- Richard Rohr

It's so much easier to push instead of pull.  I try not to reuse songs for blogs but I have to this time.  I used this one November 6, 2012.  I knew I had to Give to Live.  I knew it!  I was planning on getting back into a recovery program so I could start giving back to this amazing Universe which had already given me so much.  I didn't do that.  I nearly died.  In fact, I tried to kill myself.  I was nearly successful. 

It still amazes me that I could have tried such a thing.  I like the way my doctor referred to it.  She referred to it not as a suicide attempt, but a methamphetamine induced psychotic reaction.   Either way, if I would have been successful, I would have been the one who killed myself.

That drug is pure evil.  I don't want to get into the details of where I ended up last time, but I cannot deny that continuing to use will eventually put me back in that same dark place.  Things were so bad, I was bringing on an end to the world!  Seriously.  I know I sound insane, because I was.  However, the world was going to end on April Fools Day.  There was going to be a meteor shower.  I was responsible.  When I finally woke up in the hospital and realized what I had been through and that I survived the insanity, the first thing I saw online was:

Meteorite - not the end of the world - strikes Russia's Siberia

A bus-sized meteor exploded over Russia's Ural Mountains, sparking speculation about everything from a missile attack to the end of the world. The shock waves smashed windows and damaged buildings.

By Fred Weir | Christian Science Monitor

To me it was simply proof that what I was dealing with was real.  Armageddon would not happen and even I was given another chance.  All's I tried to do was stop hurting everyone who loved me by killing myself.  The way I believed it, the end was near and I was heading to hell soon.  Why keep harming people in the parallel Universe with my insanity?  The Good would go to a Good place and the bad would go to a bad place.  I didn't give people much time to get things right.  That was so twisted for me to want to give my life to stop hurting my loved ones. In reality, my death would have hurt my loved ones.  I was so sick, yet I was given another chance at LIFE!

I knew I had to Give to Live.  I still know this.  I know that living is what matters.  Using is in so many ways killing myself - even if I am alive.  It hurts people when I disappear.

Now, so much more has been done for me by so many.  I always hoped that some day my writing may actually be the thing the helps others.  Millions of dollars were spent saving my life and getting me back on my feet and into a beautiful high rise apartment in downtown San Francisco.  This blessing is a dream come true. 

How could I ever use again.  I did.  I wrote God a letter basically understanding that my continuing to use would mean nothing Good for me.  I just wanted it to not hurt those who had helped me.  Ultimately, that is my responsibility.  I have to Give to Live.  I must. 

I was giving back to Laguna Honda Hospital until I relapsed.   I was in the process of writing the story of a Laguna Honda patient who's j0urney through that hospital was very similar to mine.  I photographed his progress and was planning to write about his journey.  He is an amazing artist.  He's a Good guy. 

I've been clean for eight days.  I start an outpatient program with Wally World tomorrow.   I want to give back to that program.  After Wally World, I am going to Laguna Honda Hospital to meet that amazing artist who I will call Found From The Fall.  I already know a lot about him, but I plan to interview him.  I have many photos of his journey and I will take more tomorrow.  He now volunteers at Laguna Honda.  He has really inspired me to get back on the path I was on.

Perhaps someday I will be a photo journalist.  If it is God's Will then that is what I want.  I have always wanted my writing to help God somehow.  Ultimately, helping others will help God.  I do know that.  I also understand that God does not care for the thing I become when I use.  I have to know that.  The devil didn't care for me either - go figure.  I need to move past all that and do the next right thing.  I need to do Good.

I thought that my story would be Good after my "end of the world" suicide attempt.  I hoped and I beleived that I would never use again.  That's not how the story went.  I can still never use again and make a difference in this Universe.  I must Give to Live.  I have been given so many chances and so many things by so many people - and God.  This has to matter somehow.  I don't want to be something big.  Especially something big and bad.  I do feel that I need to do something big for God and all of the wonderful people who have blessed me with so much.

It matters so much.  I don't want to make a huge deal about me, but my surviving so many times is a big deal - to me.  What so many have done for me is even a bigger deal for me.  It has to be.  I have to Give to Live.  I said this back on November 6, 2012 - before I did so much wrong that I was bringing and end to the world.  I didn't give anything Good.  I have to this time.  I must. 

That letter to God was serious.  Not using was what it was all about, but I have to admit that I meant using one more time would not be Good for me.  In many ways, it wasn't.  It caused me to miss many important medical appointments and not do Good for others.  Someone who has been so Good to me needed me and I wasn't available.  He lost business because of me.  That is not okay to do to someone who has been so good to me.  I have to always be available.

I called my brother last night for the first time since I was in Cincinnati.  It was great to talk to him.  He sounded fine.  In the middle of the night, he ended up in the hospital.  He had his appendix removed.  It must run in the family.  I had mine removed when I was 12.  It was a very painful experience.  I know it's not incredibly serious if they catch it and take it out, but what if it had been incredibly serious.  What if it did rupture.  I need always be available and ready for anything.  Always.

The experience that led to my methamphetamine induced psychotic reaction was so huge to me.  I know the end of the world thing was insane.  I was dealing with the devil.  To me, it may have seemed that's what would have happened had I ended up in hell.  How could I ever have used again?  How could I now?

On April 19th, 2013 while I was in the hospital I wrote something I called "Crazy Talk".  It went like this:

It worries me because I am in so much pain. Perhaps I will use again one day. Then, I will likely kill myself. It's not like I'm making some sort of cry out for help. Perhaps I am. The bottom line is, the day I start shooting up, my call's out for help will end. Based on the way things have gone for me in my addiction pattern means that since my last drug run was only 2 ½ months, my next one will be a lot shorter. The run before that was probably 1 ½ years. It landed me homeless and in a dark place. The one before that was probably a few years long. It landed me in the ICU and emergency room a few times.

I have called out for help.  I have a lot of it.  I start an outpatient program tomorrow with a program that already helped me.  I have psychiatrist and psychologist helping me from organizations that have already been there for me.  My head is pretty messed up from everything.  Still, I have to Give to Live.  I'm starting to do that again tomorrow.  I am writing that article about Found From The Fall.  He took a very similar journey as I did into, through and out of Laguna Honda.  I will also start taking photos for Laguna Honda tomorrow.  I have to Give to Live.  I am starting to again.

I hate to repeat Give to Live over and over, but it really does matter to me.  I'm not suicidal, but I know using could spell my death.  I want to live. Eventually, using will be nothing Good for me.  Taking care of myself is important.  Losing everything and ending up on the street is killing myself in so many ways.  Using is not living.  That's a fact.  Now that I have been giving and living for a few days, I feel alive!  Alive.  I am alive.  That is a miracle.  I am not a miracle - life is.  I need always be grateful for that.  It is so important to me. 

I have gotten many chances.  This is likely the biggest one yet.  I must Give to Live this time.  I must.



 

Ooh, I can see that you've got fire in your eyes
And the pain inside your heart
So many things have come and torn your world apart
Oh baby, baby, baby, don't give up, don't give up, don't give up

If you want love
If you want love you've got to give a little
If you want love
If you want faith you just believe a little
If you want love
If you want peace turn your cheek a little
Oh, you've got to give, you've got to give, you've got to give to live

An empty hand reaching out for someone
An empty heart takes so little to fill
It's so much easier to push instead of pull
Oh baby, baby, baby, don't give up, don't give up, don't give up

If you want love
If you want love you've got to give a little
If you want love
If you want faith you just believe a little
If you want love
If you want peace turn your cheek a little
Oh, you've got to give, you've got to give, you've got to give to live

Each man's a country in his own right
Oh, everybody needs a friend
One friend, one God, one country
No man need defend, yeah

I believe in fate and destination
But so much of that lies in our own hands
If you know what you want, just go on out and get it
Oh baby, baby, just don't give up, no no, oh don't give up, yeah yeah

If you want love
If you want love you've got to give a little
If you want love
If you want faith you just believe a little
If you want love
If you want peace turn your cheek a little
Oh if you want love, you've got to give

If you want love
Oh give to live
If you want love
You've got to give, you've got to give
You've got to give to live
If you want love
If you want love
Oh oh
If you want love
Oh oh
If you want love
Oh oh

 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Come A Little Closer

“First, come to the point where you realize you are alone, completely and utterly alone in the vastness of the universe and all of time.  Then realize you are not alone. Look back on your life and see the people who stood by you. There were some. Realize the God of your understanding cares.”
 
― Christopher Hawke

So many have been there for me over the years.  I know God has been there for me over the years.  Now that I live alone, I must always remember, I am not alone.  It is SO important that I stay with God.  It means SO much.  I wrote a letter to God a couple of days ago.  It began, " I am writing to you God. This does not need to be blogged...."  Obviously, I'll leave it at that.  Well, I will say that I basically said that I understand that my continuing to use would not be a Good thing for me.  I just asked that if I failed it would not hurt the many who have cared about me.  I do understand that ultimately, my success would not allow hurt to occur, but I have not done too Good in the past when I have had so many reasons to never use again.  I had to pray that I take ALL the hurt if I fail.  I know that in some ways that is not possible, but I guess I was speaking of the afterlife.  My head is complicated.

This blog is suppose to help others.  It's about me, but it's really suppose to be about God.  That letter I wrote was very serious.  It is very important I keep God in my life.  If I were to fail, I hope that what people get out of it is a reason to believe in God - not me.  When I use, I am not a Good person.  I am sexual freak who disappears from everyone who cares about me.  This is not okay.  So many have been there for me and done so much for me.  Millions of dollars were spent saving my life and getting me back to as Good of health as possible.  My life has been saved more than once.  One of my lifelong dreams came true when I was placed on the 26th floor of a high rise in downtown San Francisco.  It is so important I remain grateful for all of these blessings.  Not doing so will and should spell nothing Good for me.


When I keep God in my life, God gives me beautiful signs.  God gives me a different beautiful sunset every night.






The first night I was really trying to stay in tune with God just a couple of nights ago, the light kept changing out my window every time I thought of God.  It was so coincidentally captivating.

Saturday, I finally got to help out a friend who has done so much for me over the years.  He is just one of many, but he has done a lot for me.  My help to him is actually a Good thing for me too.  He is making a film and I am The Director of Photography.  That is so cool for me.  I have to be clean in able to help him though.  I took some stills for the film back in June of 2013, just after I got out of the wheelchair.  I took some more on Saturday.

On my way over, I was conversing with God in my head.  I was thinking how important it was that I find a way to stay clean.  As I looked down, I was reminded of something I have actually been considering - Jesus.  I feel ridiculous saying it, but I think Jesus may matter for me.  I believe I will never be able to make amends for everything I've done.  When I was homeless, I found a Quran and read it.  It scared me.  I'm not saying it doesn't work for many.  It does.  In fact, I never really liked the way Christianity believed it was the only way, but it may be the only way for me.  Perhaps the Son of God did die for my sins.  I have committed many. 

What is most important is that I be a Good person in this life.  I hope that I can somehow do that.  Being "saved" will not by itself help me stay clean, but it couldn't hurt.  I did grow up in a Christian home.  In fact, when I think of my mother, I remember two things incredibly clearly.  The day I found her dying and how when I was young she used to pour the communion in those little glasses at the church we attended.  I assume that has to mean something.  I want to do what is best for me and all of those who care about me.  I'm not trying to tell others what to do.  I don't believe that believing hurts anyone though.  Believing in the God of ones understanding that is.


It says "MEDUGORGE".  I think it basically means "Mother Mary".  To me, it basically meant Jesus.
 

I don't want to be some holy roller, but I cannot deny that the first person I remember seeing when I woke up at the hospital last year was my pastor.  He's a great guy.  He gave me an iPod that was full of Foo Fighter and Pink Floyd songs.  He knows me too well.  I saw him yesterday and he was so glad to see me.  He gave me a big hug.  I told him I relapsed.  He said my faith was very important right now.  I told him I was considering being baptized.  I also told him I wrote a letter to God that was not to be blogged.  He thought it was Good that I was not going to blog it.  He has always thought I needed to be more private.  Many do.

My head is not right lately.  I'm very confused.  I don't feel like this blog is making a lot of sense.  I know what I know, but I'm having trouble writing about it.  With that said, I'll stop writing - for now.  I want to continue blogging and I want it to matter to whoever reads it.  I always want it to be something Good.  After all, so many have been so Good to me.


Time shakes, found you at the water
At first you were my father, now I love you like a brother
Earthquakes shake the dust behind you 
This world at times will blind you
Still I know I'll see you there

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you would see here
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming
Come a little closer, then you'll see

Heartbreaks, the heavy world's upon your shoulders
Will we burn or we just smolder
Somehow I know I'll find you there
Oooh, I wanna see if you can change it, change it
Still I know I'll see you there

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren't always what they seem to be
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you would see here
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come a little closer, then you'll see

Ten thousand people stand alone now
And in the evening the sun sets
Tomorrow it will rise
Time flies by, they all sang along
Time flies by, they all sang along
Time flies by, they all sang along
Time flies - bye, bye

Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come on, come on, come on
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come a little closer, then you'll see
Come a little closer, then you'll see

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Home


 
“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.”
   
- Carlos Castaneda

There is so much Truth to that quote.  I work awfully hard to be very miserable.  The work I do to be very happy is so much more rewarding.  I don't have to work that hard either.  I don't understand myself.  I am an incredibly sick minded person - that is for sure.


 This is the view from the north facing side of my building.  This is from the fitness center balcony on the 14th floor.
I can finally add photos to my blog again.  I'm not sure why, because I have not been behaving.  Every time I shoot that evil drug, I watch porn on my computer and gets it my computer all out of whack.   Have I mentioned what a sick minded person I am?  I am SO sick.  Even I don't understand me.  I just don't.  How could I have SO much to lose and still risk it just to be a sick freak?

I love my new home.  It's so important I keep it.  I am doing what I need to do to do so.  I am doing everything I am suppose to as far as my recovery goes - now.  I have actually been able to turn my new place into my home!  Let's see if I can put a photo of how far I have come since I have stayed clean.


HOME

God has been so good to me.  God works through so many people.  I actually feel like I take God's love for granted.  Or, I take advantage of it.  Ultimately, if I continue to do so, I will lose.  I don't even blame the devil for my wrong doings.  How could I?  I actually feel sorry for him.  He spent a little time in my head recently.  He's not ALL wrong.  Don't worry, I was nowhere near suicidal.  I never really was.  I did try to kill myself I guess.  That I cannot deny.  It's a long story how I got to that point, but I am nowhere near there now.  How insane do I sound?  How insane am I?  I'm not.  That's the scary part.

This is all so new to me.  I am on my own with my own place.  I am FREE.  With freedom comes reasonability.  This I know.   I really want to make this place my home.  It means so much.  My demons do fill me with fear.   It's important I choose to live in faith not fear.  It's just that I have already allowed my demons to enter my beautiful new home.  I've already been lost here.  It's hard for me to understand.  I do know I love that euphoric lustful rush I get when I shoot that evil drug.  I can't even think about it.  It will lead me down the wrong road. 

I know I am not alone here.  That's for sure.  These voices in my head have not left me alone since I used.  Actually, writing helps quiet them some.  Doing Good things always does.  This blog is supposed to be Good.  So many of you mean so much to me.  So many people in so many places mean so much to me.  God means so much to me.  And still, I make horrible decisions.  Decisions that ultimately lead me to hell.

It's important I be responsible and behave myself.  I must make my appointments.  I always do when I am clean.  Somehow, I tricked myself into believing that I could shoot up and go to my important appointments.  RIGHT!  What was I thinking.  I become an isolated freak.

Today, I have my blinds open and my door to my patio open.  It has been 65 to 70 degrees and sunny every day since I've been back home.  It's important I stay clean so I can take full advantage of this beautiful city.  I can ride my bike to all of my important appointments.  It beats my barricading myself into this beautiful apartment with the shades and patio door closed.  When I am clean and behaving, I also know I am not alone.  God is always with me.  I have so much about that fact which I need to somehow make since about for anyone and everyone, but I am struggling to make since of it myself.  Just keep a Good Orderly Direction is all I know how to advise everyone to do.  Now, if only I could.

 
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave (wave) is stringing us along
Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm gonna make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm gonna make this place your home

Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. Oo-oo-oo-oo [x2]
Aaa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa. Aa-aa-aa-aaaaaa [x4]

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm gonna make this place your home

Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo. Ao-oo-oo-oo [x4]
Aaa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa. Aa-aa-aa-aaaaaa [x4]

Monday, January 6, 2014

Not Fade Away

"My love is bigger than a Cadillac!"

-Buddy Holly

I love so many people in this beautiful old city I from.  It has been so good to be here.  It really has.  I really do wish I wouldn't have used before I came home, but I can't change that.  In many way, my using made this trip mean so much more than it would have.  Being here helped me stay clean.   Using made me miserable and I knew I couldn't continue to do so, but sometimes, that doesn't stop me.  After being here a while, it became what it was supposed to be - a beautifully amazing experience that I am completely grateful for.

I do look forward to getting back to San Francisco and turning my new high rise apartment into my home.  The two weeks I spent in it, I was a tweaked out mess or I was so depressed and afraid I would lose my dream come true.  Currently, it has a bed on the floor and a bunch of unpacked boxes in it.  It looks just as it did the day the movers dropped everything off - except it was cleaner. 

Now, I get to go home and unpack.  I get home late Thursday night.  Friday morning, my social worker comes over at 9:00 A.M.   She really is an angel.  After that, I have to go to General Hospital to pick up prescriptions and other much needed medical supplies to care for my damaged body.  Then, at 1:00 P.M. I meet with my G.A .worker.  G.A. is basically welfare.  Thankfully, all of that is working out.  It's a long story but things weren't working out for me before I came home.   Half of my $422.00  G.A. cash payment pays my rent.  I also get $200.00 in food stamps.  Being Social Security pending, I'm not supposed to work. I'm not sure I even could.  That's...another whole story.  More than that, I need to move on.  All of that would have been so complicated without my insane mind hearing harsh negative voices that show up when I am coming down from shooting meth.  Basically, I made a mess messier.  Move on!

Saturday, a few of my good friends from Wally World are coming over to my new place.  My one friend said that he has some posters for me.  Knowing him, they are probably of women's butts.  Don't get me wrong, I love women's butts, but not on the walls of my home. That would just make me want to shoot up again.  Later Saturday, me and my Wally World friends will go to band practice with The Alanos.  I really look forward to playing with my band again.  It's been six or seven weeks!

Sunday I'm going to church and  then to my sponsors home.  Monday I have physical therapy.  Tuesday I meet with my psychiatrist.  Wednesday, I go to the dentist.  I have a lot to keep me busy back in San Francisco.  I really look forward to unpacking and seeing all of my recovery friends!

I look forward to getting home to these things but I will miss everyone here.  I have had a great time on my visit home.  I love all of my family and friends.  I got to go up and visit my brother in Indiana a few weeks ago.  I also went down to the hills of Kentucky and visited all of my hillbilly family members down there.  Every time  I go there, I meet a new cousin.  This time was no exception.  I think my little brothers and my favorite part was meeting Buck.  Buck is my hillbilly uncle's horse.  I love that horse.  Buck loves me.  He loves giving kisses.  He loves my camera too.  He loved putting his head over my shoulder to allow me to take our photo together.

What is really frustrating is the fact that I am unable to attach photos to my blogs.  It has been that way every since I shot crystal meth.  I assume it has something to do with that because sometimes I like to watch internet porn and do other twisted sexual things on this computer when I shoot speed.  I'm not sure that doing that is where the problem arose, but I wouldn't doubt it.  I'm sorry if I give too much information, but it is simply The Truth.  If I live a Truth that is not a big deal to share then things are much easier for me to write about.  I'm not proud of the person I become when I shoot speed.  And, trust me, I am not telling the detailed Truth.  Just enough.  Enough.

I love so many people here.  And, somehow, they all seem to love twisted me.  They do because they know who I really am.   That Universe I love so much sure threw some bad weather my way for The Grateful Gathering.  Not everything is about me!  I know that.  It's just what happens in Cincinnati sometimes.  I will say one thing, the people who did show up really mean a lot to me - even before they showed up.  It was pretty much the old crowd that one might have found on Klotter Avenue when I lived in Cincinnati 12 years ago.   Many were not there, including some of Klotter's residents themselves, but the roads really were THAT BAD!

I had to be there.  It wasn't too far for me.  Some of my best friends came from the West Side!  Two of my amazing cousins came from pretty far away too!  I know one lives on the west side.  I had not seen them in 20 years!  Literally.  However, it was as if we had not missed a beat. 

That night at Bocca Live really was a good time.  I think the coolest part was my getting to jam with The Barking Squirrels which is my little brothers band.  We did two of my songs and one cover.  The first one of my mine we did I wrote a few days before my dad died in 2006.  I wrote it out at Ocean Beach where I had been spending so many nights shooting speed.  The time I wrote it however, instead of taking drugs, I took my guitar and lyrically wondered, "Why we killing ourselves?"  That song is called Live.  My brothers band really jammed that one.

Next, we did the infamous, Tequila and Trains. It's a long story, but the lyrics are true.  The lyrics are true in all of my songs.  Basically, years ago, I drank all day and then did a bunch of mushrooms before an Allman Brothers concert at The Beacon Theater in Harlem.   Afterwards, we went to New York's financial district.  I did 13 shots of tequila.  To get back to Hoboken, New Jersey, where our friend lived, we had to catch a subway train at The World Trade Center.  In a drunken stupor, I fell into the subway tracks.  I landed in a huge and nasty puddle of grease.  Thankfully, my friends pulled me out before the subway train came.

A couple years later, I drank a fifth of Monte Alban and ate the worm while at my hillbilly uncles house in Burnside, Kentucky.  There are some seriously busy railroad tracks nearby.  I wish I could post the photos I took a couple of days ago, but once again, I can't.  We went out on this huge railroad trestle that crosses Lake Cumberland.  I stood  up on the railing 300 feet above the lake, raised my arms into the air and yelled like a maniac.  After walking across the top of the long bridge, we climbed down to the cat walk and walked back.  Trains would then pass on the busy tracks just overhead, shaking that cat walk back and forth like crazy.  We hoot and hollered and loved it.  After that, we climbed up and were walking through a narrow railroad passage and something happened.  I think I was too close to the train and it scalped me.  All I knew was, "My heads bleeding."  One of my friends ran back to my uncles and woke Susan.  She rushed me to the hospital and I got 30 stiches in my head.  Talk about a having a headache!  I quit drinking tequila after that.  Using has brought me close to death too many times.  That was probably the first really close call.  I think I was 28.

The third and last song I played with The Barking Squirrels was a cover.  It was Not Fade Away by Buddy Holly.  It was a originally preformed by Buddy Holly, but was made famous to me by The Grateful Dead.  I remember the first time I heard it live.  I was at The Richfield Coliseum outside of Cleveland.  The Grateful Dead played it as there last song of the second set.  They ended the song as its usual end, "You know our love will not fade away.  You know our love will not fade away...."  The crowd, as usual, joined in.  Eventually, The Dead stopped singing, put down their instruments and left the stage.  The crowd continued singing, "You know our love will not fade away.  You know our love will not fade away...."  After a while, the band came back and joined back in and then finised the song.  They then played an encore song.  I called it the Grateful Gathering for a couple reasons.  One, I was grateful to so many for so much.  Two, I love The Grateful Dead.  That song was my little brothers idea.  We were going to do more, but his band and I only had time to practice twice.  Each time we practiced each song once or twice.

I am so grateful to be home.  It had been 3 years since I have been here.  So many of you mean so much to me.  I knew that, but now I really know that.  I really want to be someone that matters to my little brothers.  I want to be that to all of my family and friends.  So many of you mean so much to0 me.  I mean that.  You know our love will not fade away!

(I normally put a video on this page, but wasn't sure how to do that with the video my cousin made with her smartphone and shared on Facebook.  The link below simply gets you to OUR version on Facebook.  Once you get to the video, you must push play.  If you weren't there, I hope you enjoy. I know we did!)