Pitching Hour

Yeah it's about that time. It's three a.m. and some would say a dark time to be awake. I've not been sober, and chances are I've lied to you about it. What a fine Christian, right? Still, although class is supposed to start in less than five hours, only seven hours ago was the last time I used any substance whatsoever. Even nicotine. I think I'll even quit caffeine.

I own two businesses, but have maybe a dollar or two to my name at this time. I'm in thousands of dollars of child support debt, to which I'll owe my entire tax return. Also tens of thousands of dollars to at least one hospital, and my credit is just DUMB. It's so low I don't even qualify for an Amazon card. That reminds me that this guy I know locked me out of the only Amazon account I really ever used. Anyway, I may actually have beaten addiction. Only Jesus knows. Jesus also knows what will become of Ukraine.

Is it Gog and Magog? Is that coming soon? I'm no Doomsday Soothesayer, and still yet I know this is a conflict of Biblical proportions - if for no other reason than the nuclear threat. History repeats itself. So, also, the home front seems somewhat quiet, but I'm about two weeks late on rent.

A few of us at Miracle House are supposed to be moving to a step-up house newly opening under the same ownership, and I'm supposed to help manage it. That'll be about all I can handle. Newly sober, in college and looking for a job, but I own two unsuccessful businesses. Either ONE could BLOW UP at ANY time.

There's a chance that me being assistant director of addiction recovery at the American Heritage Center could help catapult Awakening Arts & Entertainment into notoriety. Perhaps hiring Shawn D. will be a change for the better. I could merge with Adam's LLC somehow, or write that ever-elusive "monarithm". We just need that one FLAGSHIP product...