What's up ... First off, I haven't posted in quite some time. Well, over a year. Last time I posted, I think I was fresh out of treatment. Right now, I'm living in a halfway house in south Florida -- Palm Beach Gardens, to be precise. I've been on the treatment roller coaster for nearly eight months now. I went from bolting the Keating Center in Cleveland and relapsing to turning myself in to the beautiful, manila brick walls of the Lakewood City Jail. I spent two weeks there, and my P.O. (for those of you who are so naive to not know what that means - you people who have never been arrested! - it is a probation officer) sent me to a treatment center in Montana. W.T.F. ... A suburban-turned-city boy (well, anatomically and age wise, a man) stuck out in the middle of mountains. Missing teeth, gun racks in the back of pickup trucks, mountain tweakers and elk! Of course, that is not really how Montana is. Yea, people hunt there and everything like that. But it is a beautiful place with beautiful people. It's just, can I say, different. Different from the mass cluster-fuck of subdivisions, high rises and warehouses. Anyway, I went to a lot of groups, played a lot of frisbee golf, ultimate frisbee, and hiked around Yellowstone National Park for twenty days. It was an uplifting experience. I got a little clean time under my belt and some clarity of my addiction. From Montana, I was sent to a nice little halfway house in south Florida that houses thirty-some-odd guys. From there, I got a job working for the big coffee company (I will not utter the name in fear of being charged some fucking insane amount of money) and got a sponsor. I started going to meetings, but I found myself isolating a lot. I did that because of my great fear of being held down. I'm not a person who is meant to be held down. Over the last couple of months, I have started to open up more to new people, places, and things. I still don't have many friends down here, but I have some level of comfort and am feeling a little more at home. The best thing to come of this experience (other than being sober again), is that I have a routine now. Most days I get up, take a shower, go to work, hit a meeting and then go to sleep. The process is also applicable in reverse. Today, my life is all right. I am taking the steps to better it. I am growing. It's a fucking beautiful thing.
Anyway ... The whole "I Roc U" thing is something I saw today. It was the license plate off of a late 80's Iroc-Z.
