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Jim just told his story at the roundup this morning. He was fantastic, as usual. It’s funny how nervous he was last night, tossing, turning, getting up at 2:00 in the morning, when he had it down pat. He’s always great, so I don’t know what he was so nervous of. [...]

Morning in Houston

I’ve just had a lovely breakfast in the restaurant here in the hotel. The buffet was wo-manned by a charming lady who made a killer omlet, pankakes and waffles. The front page of the Times is continuing to report on yesterday’s story of the Vatican’s new policy to weed out homosexuals from the [...]

I’m in Houston with Jim and Dave, sitting down in the hotel’s business center for the free internet access. Can you believe they want to charge you $10 a night to be online in your room?
I’ve just met David in the business center. He’s sauntered over from the bar where he [...]

Am I a bore?

Not a whore, a B-O-R-E. I think I have turned into one. Call it recovery, growing up, growing old, what-have-you, I’m rarely in the mood these days to go out of my way to socialize. Just last night, on a Saturday of all nights, Jim and I were sitting at Vera’s surfing [...]

On Friday evening I was given the opportunity to help a guy in AA.  It felt wonderful to be able to help somebody without having any hidden agendas about how this might serve me, or what I might get out of it.  I’m just glad somebody was able to help this guy.
On the same evening [...]

More Boston memories

I had lost the cord that connects my camera to the computer, so I’d had some photos trapped, unable to access them! Reluctantly, I made a stop at Best Buy last night to pick up a card reader, so I’m back in buisiness. Additionally, I coerced Jim to send me the photos Laura [...]

Boston

My trip to boston a couple of weeks back with Jim was a lot of fun. Exploring new places is always an adventure. We stayed at one of Jim’s coworker’s condo downtown. It’s not really fair to refer to Mike as just a coworker - he’s a super great guy. Mike’s [...]

Insane Dream Interpretation

I woke up at 4:03 AM this morning. SCREAMING one long and monotonous yelp until my breath ran out. My heart was beating. That was one real fucking dream.
I was living in my old apartment - the 3rd floor of an old house. No roommate, but a cute, and unfortunately straight, [...]

Boston

Okay, I promise to post pictures of Boston soon! Crazy insanity abounds in Danland.

The old days

I arrived in Vegas at the McCormack airport to find slot machines in the airport. It was my first time in the only state that had legalized prostitution, though ironically, not in Las Vegas county - apparently they had enough sin without the oldest profession in the world doing business on the strip.
I was [...]






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