“So that’s why you asked me if I wanted to be back here? You weren’t talking about these groups – but sitting in the back, right?”
“Well my young friend, if nothing changes – nothing changes and if that happens, I’ll be doing the same old – same old thing that got me here in the first place. Wouldn’t you agree?” I said to them.
“Yeah – and I ended up doing the same thing.”
“Well now you’re not – right?”
“Yeah.” They said to me.
“Are you going to sit down by me or was this just a big hoax to get me closer to the front?”
“Well, I don’t think you want to be sitting where I’m sitting.”
“Why- where’s that?” They asked – as I walk up to the front of the room and sit down at the chair table and introduce myself and told the group who and what I am, as I look over at my new friend, “So it’s not any surprise that I ended up back here. It Happened Before…”
-Talking to the Filter-

“When is it enough she said, slipping under the water’s edge?
To thine own self be true, as he cleaned out the spoon…”
-Taking it to the Filter-

beginning of a new story…

Schooled

Time has a way of showing us exactly what’s out there.

Exactly what’s on some one’s mind and it seems the older I get the exact nature of the way it’s supposed to be.

Regardless of how I feel about the situation, event or comment said by some else.

I’ve been schooled by some of the best it seems in my life as I had the opportunity to grow and – well I’m still breathing – so that’s something in itself.

As a young person my teachers where the ones around me, be it a parent, a sibling and as time went on small groups of children I hung with at school, to eventually older kids in the schools that I was attending, to even older groups of teachers as with the folks that I would end up working with and in and around my life to make a life.

It seemed at the time all was well, well – that and I ended up with a habit.

But showing me in the beginning, no – that took time.

The way things are supposed to be regardless if I showed up was something else entirely.

I could tell you that I saw the signs well before things in my life went south.

Or I could tell you that now being free for some time – I can look back and see the destruction, the chaos, the mayhem that I would do to myself and those around me when I was in my cups. Either way, time has a way of showing us, showing me just how it was or as a friend often tells me, “You’re crazy! You know that, right?” To which I would reply, “Ah, yah, I know!” then continue to do the same thing…

-Taking it to the Filter-