“It’s because… like… well, I’ve just… music has always been a huge part of my life, and I don’t… Why can’t I think of anything to say?”
I stood rigid, wringing my hands in front of my teacher’s desk, baffled that I couldn’t put my passion into words.
“I’m guessing no one’s ever asked you that question before,” Mr. Ramos said with a knowing sort of smile.
He’s right. I don’t think anyone has. Continue reading ““Why do you love music?””
Your friend is an alcoholic.
An ex-convict and alcoholic, to be exact. Two years ago, he was arrested for multiple DUIs and an incident at a bar that ended in a black eye and bloody nose (and you should have seen the other guy.) Today, he’s living in a halfway house, trying to kick his addiction and take back his life.
Your friend is a drug addict.
He’s been living on the streets for years, buying and selling and getting high and crashing low. He comes to you every once in a while, and you clean him up, let him stay in your house, encourage him to get better. He never does–but you hope that someday, someday he might be receptive.
Continue reading “Your Friend is an Alcoholic”