Tag Archives: Recovery ADDICT

Rehab Stories: Rough Trade in the Kitchen

If I feel your hand on my ass, bro one more goddamn time I’m going to lose my shit That may be how they do things in prison but I’m a little boy from the suburbs and I feel I … More

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Christmas in Rehab

My family sits across the long table With shell-shocked trepidation they push over their presents for me I don’t deserve this, you know? Any of this Not the presents Not my family here taking time from their day to spend … More

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Rehab Stories: Rehab to the Stars

Welcome, my friend, and come on in to the rehab of your dreams. You’re going to love it here. We’ve lined up the heavy hitters, ripe for your schmoozing pleasure: the likes of which have never before been gathered together … More

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The Pathology of Need and Night Train

I was funny in my twenties a jester fueled by Southern Comfort and cheap jug wine night after explosive night winding up in love or in jail and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way I was something, wasn’t … More

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Rehab Stories: The World’s Worst Dating Service

Don’t fuck any of the women that is the very first thing you said to me as I walked through the door You forgot to mention that is was also a pretty good idea not to fuck any of the … More

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The Monster Tonight

The drugs change me from this alien thing who doesn’t know the words cannot make the moves will not speak the language to make you understand The drugs change me make me charming make me lovable, I’ve always wanted to … More

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One Drop of Milk

Don’t cry over spilled milk, scream over spilled milk, rage at the imperfection Control your surroundings if you can, control your wife, your children for the things that really matter are out of your control There is a certain way … More

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Watching People Die

Barry gave me Leonard Cohen and cried real, silly tears living “Famous Blue Raincoat” in suspended animation. On a rainy day in February, Barry put a gun in his mouth and expunged his sweetness from the story forever. Gideon like … More

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What is This Despair? (for C.C.)

It whispers in my ear, “You cannot win, you cannot win.” and plies me with oily fingers that squeeze my balls and scrape sharp nails down my cock, reveling in my discomfort. “It feels like sex to you,” it tells … More

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Self-Pity Sex

Nothing, I am nothing, I am less than nothing, I am a worthless piece of shit that can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t go for one day even for one day without the drugs just one … More

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