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Shrieks from Paradise#13a: Dear Wiggs

In Correspondence, Letter Writing, recovery, sober, sobriety, Writing on February 5, 2016 at 9:41 pm

The Office of Jim Trainer
Between Trouble&the Blues
Lucky Town, USA

Wiggs Daniels
c/o Hope By the Sea
27432 Calle Arroyo
San Juan Capistrano, CA



Well, we made it through.  We were kings those late nights and the pale light of day cut us down the middle but we made it.  I don’t like looking back and I can’t see ahead.  Hope you’re enjoying the tranquility&peril of a sober mind.  Sobriety always worked for me.  It’s enlightening to learn that the Beast within dwarfs any&all drama they may visit upon us.  It’s like being on fire and walking through a paper wall.  That easy.  Your own trouble, aho, now there’s the Problem.  But I can handle my trouble brother, can you?

Maybe it’s my upbringing, or lack thereof, but I liked being a jackoff.  Can you think of a better way to spend 20 years than burning down the streets of your hometown in a Japanese 4-door with a bottle of Ephedrine and whiskey in the jar?  Maybe not but it got old quick.  Buggerall so did the body.   In a perfect world I’d still be drinking corn liquor and stowed away with Katy D. on Hazel Street.   Thank the gods that we weren’t 25 forever.

Or curse them when all you’ve got at the end of the day is sweet memory, loaded and stinging.  Back in Double Aught&Buck there were plenty of women and madness was fun.  The chamber’s clicked three times since then.  The die’s been cast.  Welcome to the New Century.  Count your blessings, be thankful for things like shoes and kiss your middle class goodbye.  It could be worse, we could live in Bahrain.

It’s getting hard and harder to make it, Wiggs.  We’re clocked in allot longer than we’re clocked out.  The shit has started rolling and for those of us who live downhill even wisdom won’t help.  We both know that the dumb only get dumber.  They get violent too but I’m in a bad mood so I embrace it and take to the streets.

This much madness is too much sorrow.

your Friend,