I'm wide awake, it's morning.*
The new day rises like thunder in my non-hungover eyes for a change. It feels good. My thoughts are clear for the first time in a while. Why do I feel the need to fuck myself up every couple of days? I can tell myself a million times that I’m not doing it anymore but usually 48 hours later I’m back at it.
Sundown. The first shot of bourbon is reaching my stomach. I feel my body react in the usual manner, the dull burn of booze penetrating the walls of my gut, the sudden temperature rise,...
There it is: Seattle's very own Space Needle. Take a good, long look. Constructed for the 1962 World's Fair, it was finished in an astonishingly short 400 days (including all of the design work). When finished, it was the tallest...