My Drugs
Damn, the pusher man . . .
By now you know my drugs of choice - caffeine, alcohol, a potent gummy every now and then, - but my persistent addiction is to raw, uncut, denial. I carry a lifetime supply with me at all times.
It really kicks in when I look in the mirror, when I’m sure that I’m young and vital in spite of what my lying calendar says, that I should be seen for how I feel, 25 years and building houses in the Colorado Rockies. I’m amazed that no one else can see me that way.
Then the drugs wear off. It all comes back to me in waves of humility. My mirror suddenly snaps into focus, and I am brittle and weary, but somehow a better man than I’ve ever been.
I’m starting to believe that something’s really wrong with me, but probably not. The rest of the world is probably all fucked up instead. I’m sure of it.
