I would have been sober for twenty one days today, but shit happens. Steph's grandson graduates high school tonight and I won't be there. I was with her when he was born and good times together followed over the last eighteen years, but now the old asshole don't get the invite.

So as I write this I am sad and sorry that things worked out like they did, but the truth is, it's time to move on. The family that I tought I would share with Steph when we moved here, doesn't exist for me anymore.

I have two friends here in Tennessee and one ex-old lady. My neighbor Daniel is my buddy and he's going to be shocked when he sees this drink in my hand while Crissinda is my friend from the tubing thing last year, but we never see each other, just text.

Quite a life I've built for myself here, but at least everything else rocks! My house responds to my voice and provides all the basics, on a quiet dead-end street. My truck is running great, my cat is healthy and happy, I'm healthy and getting in shape, I still have a little smoke left, I don't have to work, I drive up into the woods every day, and I will be in Belize shortly.