In 500 Feet, Make a U-Turn

Sobriety isn’t about perfection — it’s about making the U-turn when you realize you’ve gone off course. Recovery, like the wasteland, is full of hazards and second chances if you know where to look.

It’s a favorite time of year here in the wasteland: Halloween.

It’s Halloween in the wasteland, and mischief is back on the menu. Between Fallout events, mental health reflections, and a quick trip to the Nevada border, I’m reminded that sometimes the safest bet isn’t on a slot machine — it’s on showing up for yourself.

Fading Out

Aging and recovery have stripped away my illusions about friendship, loyalty, and judgment. Maybe that’s what getting older really means — realizing who walks beside you, and who was only ever there for the show.

Friends in the Foxhole

The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …

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