Years ago, instead of spending my days musing over my life, or contemplating goals, or taking any action whatsoever to accomplish anything at all, I used to just smoke heroin off of tin foil and call it a day. I was really good at it. I never used needles, so…

We had all the same interests. We shared our hobbies and perspectives and questions about life. We liked the same types of movies, books, shows, and were even interested in pursuing work in the same industry. She was encouraging, receptive, and sweet. I did what all guys do when trying…

I don’t want to recreate the past, but what does that say about the future? — Once you’ve sprinted across the slippery lopsided concrete chunks that make up the break-wall leading up to a lighthouse while being pummeled by a hailstorm, drunk out of your mind, nearly falling through the devastating ridges with every battering of waves, only to climb the crumbling stairs of said lighthouse…

It’s secular blasphemy on par with an outright admission of guilt, but it’s true. If I’m being genuinely honest with myself, I do not have goals. I truly never have, ever since I was a kid. Not really. Cue the horrified gasps, screaming babies, and pearl-clutching. “Shh, it’s okay. Mommy’s…

Most of us, at our core, are simple creatures. Most of us also aren’t inclined to say that out loud. We were born into a culture that prioritizes growth. It rewards expansion and accumulation. …

When your only motivation to write is guilt over not writing, it’s time to press pause — An ex of mine was flying into town to spend the week with me. We hadn’t seen each other in person in nearly seven years and hadn’t dated in almost a decade. There’s a reason for that, but that’s another story. We had kept in sporadic touch over the years…

I was sweating through my clothes under a sterilized blanket on a piss-stained mattress in a room with eight other beds holding the shivering weight of eight other moaning addicts while I silently masturbated into a crumple of used underwear. It was my futile attempt to stop the restless legs…

Wisdom comes from the most unexpected places — It was sad when I realized that I’ve never had a true mentor in my life. It was even sadder to think that so far, heroin addiction has been more influential on me than any teacher I’ve ever had. It shouldn’t be this way, but here we are. I’ve yet…

As someone who used to swap his student loan money for tiny baggies of brown powder that smelled like cat piss, I feel I’m well-acquainted in matters of addictive behavior. Also being someone who was able to climb out of that chemical quicksand on his own without the help of…