i'm here.
I forgot how many freakies live in my home state (me, included? too early to tell). Currently I am sitting outside in the full blast steam room that is Florida, watching a man with stringy blond hair vibrate in a wheelchair, tweaking out and crying "Oh you fuckers, ohhh fuckers, fuckity fuckers..."
Omar Sal is picking me up in his new boy-version of my prius: a hybrid camry. Hopefully it isn't lime green with a red flame etched on the side... who knows what this crazy man is capable of?
lots of memories rolling over me at the moment, good and bad.
bad: arriving in Miami, straight from Chile, drunk off a gallon of knockoff rum; leaving one of my two GIGANTIC bags at the claim, hitching a ride with a haitian man who came up to my chest (barely), stumbling into my house and pouncing on Jackie; Dad finding my third-full bottle and whispering, "Do you think robin has a drinking problem?"
good: talking to my dad on the phone - his happy and reliable greeting, WELCOME TO FLORIDA, my laughter and his excitement. killing time by checking email, writing, and eating a ben and jerry's cookies and cream cone - spending $10.00 and laughing with the befuddled man behind the counter... right now. right now, this moment, this fresh - sweet - lovely moment in my second year of sobriety.
i'm one of the lucky ones.
