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Realization on a Saturday

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The early mornings on a Saturday. This is the time when I should be able to concentrate. Instead, I feel the creeping of my approaching birthday, and the lingering effects of a five day bender that lead up to New Years. The radio doesn’t help either, it’s playing music that I can’t recognize, but is eerily similar to the Omaha based record labels I used to listen to in the early 2000’s.

I need to dry out for a month. It’s not a New Year’s resolution, but an actual need. What will dating be like without alcohol? When was the last time I spent the night with someone, without at least two drinks in me?

Day of a Younger Me

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Two wine glasses. An empty bottle. Clothes all over the floor. A sock missing. I drink what’s left of an open bottle of San Pellegrino, as I limp through my morning preparations. This is a day of a younger me.

The calls and tasks begin coming in at 8 am. A normal day, but a normal day is unremitting.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask, as I answer the phone.

“What?” she calls from the bedroom.

“Did you get the email I forwarded?” a voice on the other end of the line answers.

“I skimmed it,” I respond. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“They’re pushing the launch until late 2016,” the voice tells me.

“What did you say?” she asks, bursting out of the bathroom, trying to fasten her bra as she walks.

“Hold on a sec…” I say, to the voice. I turn to her, “Nothing. Sorry, work call, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Oh, you didn’t wake me.”

“Do you want breakfast or anything? Or a shower?”

“Some breakfast would be good,” she says.

“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’m just going to take this real quick…” I walk downstairs where it’s eerily silent, where I can concentrate.

“Sorry about that. Ok, here’s what we need to respond back with…”