The experience in Japan was one of the single most terrifying I have ever lived through. This was when all of it got more real than I ever imagined it could. I cannot explain how I survived the situation; I only know that I did.

I take a sip in the morning and there is no turning back.

I leave Colorado in the midst of dysfunction and addiction.

Once the needle goes in is there any redemption possible?

What happens when a person gets drunk? Are they kidnapped? Where does one go in a blackout?

The forces of dark and light continue to dance back and forth as I begin a teaching career but have also been lost in the alcohol and drugs for years. The end of it all is a few years away,

There were forces of darkness and light going back and forth with one another as I crashed my snowboard on a dreary cold day. I traumatise a child and then get addicted to pills as a result. I was deserving of all of it.

Colorado was in so many ways a magical place to live in the 90s. I am still friends with so many of them from back then.

More heartbreak as Sunshine ends the relationship and harder drugs come onto the scene.

The night in the woods would lay the groundwork for what eventually became my relationship with what I choose to call God.