An essay from a works-in-progress memoir entitled The Barracuda in the Attic & Other Memories.

"His empathy for soldier's who couldn't come home was personal."

“I felt it as a certainty, as a stone inside my chest, that we would separate if I kept on drinking.”

Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer finally come to an end.

In the days before universal air conditioning.

Like a light switched on, I get it. “Dying with Dignity.”

The only thing I was ever good at was getting high.