SOBER
16 years ago i'm standing in a pizza shop about 4:00 in the morning after close with a hand full of cash collecting blood from my hands after smashing and ripping out the plate glass window out front. a few minutes away from finding some hood rat to show me to a crackhouse. 'well goddamn, it's the pizza man.' he says. sometimes it's hard to realize i was ever in that place but as soon as i give it a moment's thought, i'm right there on the edge. that guy is still there. waiting. always waiting for me. from time to time i hear of one of my old junkie friends ODing or one of my old alcoholic friends finally drinking themselves to death or just finally giving out from living such shitty lives for so long. every time i hear this news i always say the same thing. "better him than me." yeah, i say that. i don't give a fuck who hears me either. getting sober wasn't easy. staying sober is even harder. someone asked me once, what the crazies...