Friday night I picked up my 14 year clean & sober medallion.

The official date is Oct. 1 but that was the first Friday after.

Shit happens. I feel like disappearing with a bottle sometimes but once you get in the habit of choosing something different, it gets a little easier with time.

That doesn't make it easy. Just easier. 

Like that shit in Las Vegas this week. That seriously pissed me off. OK- I'm angry but, fuck it. Getting hammered won't help. So I focus my white hot anger elsewhere. 

What I would do to anyone I caught shooting at kids (at my age that's anybody under 30) doesn't bear close consideration but it would hurt real bad, last a long time and a chainsaw would figure prominently in it.

In other matters there is something I've been asked- why didn't you join the new Pit club?

No mas. Talking politics is just too toxic.