this morning #1007.

this morning, believe it or not, i’m stone cold sober. i know. i can tell you don’t believe it. most of those who know me most will probably choose not to believe it either but it’s the stone cold truth. seventy-five days so far. so far removed from that last drunken NYE conversation that i can’t recall a single word of it. i only recall the way it felt dispelling intelligent wino wisdom. it was THE BEST. in that context, i’m spectacularly smart. folks used to hang on my every word. now i don’t even have the right words to describe the way it REALLY felt. it’s ok. let’s just say that today, i won’t waste my breath & time & money at a pub. i’ll pass the day here at the top of this mountain & let the scenery do the talking for once.