Thursday, March 31, 2011

No news is no news

This is what we woke to Monday. C spoke to his dad and brother and was surprised to hear that no one was going to pick them up. No one has heard from them since.
After all that has happened and all of the chances they've been given, this is the right choice, difficult as it is.
It's like they're asking to get up from their time out.
I'd like to get up from my time out now.
Thank u so much. . . . . . . . . . . .

Sunday, March 27, 2011

No going back

After C and S were voted off the family compound for repeated drug-induced intruder sightings and chases with knives and hammers, they moved into a beautiful old gray stone apartment. . .
They were invited to leave after two days for the same reason -- intruders coming through floorboards and heating vents. Midnight calls to the police, who finally, in frustration, held them in 'the tank' until his dad picked them up.
The next day, they were delivered to a boarded-up building in a bad neighborhood in Philadelphia, where they are today . . . as far as I know. The things they didn't take with them were loaded into a U-Haul and dropped off at Goodwill.
C has lost his car, his home, his access to funds and the trust of the people who love him.
If this isn't the bottom, I'd think he could see it from here.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I think we've been here before

Boredom. Drugs. Hallucinations.


The winds last night. The upset. The barking dogs. The two. The heroin. The cocaine. The adderall. The cops. The ambulance. The meeting. The them and the us. The wish we hadn't. The what now.

"Dude, your perspective on life sucks."

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

All is calm, all is bright

Corey and Sara were here for Christmas. I saw them for a few hours each day, and they seemed great.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thankful for . . .

I'm thankful that both of these guys (my dad and C) are still in my life.