Í just don’t know what to do with myself. Apologies to Tom Jones, everyone, as much planning as I put into my recovery, I thought f-ck all what I would do when recovery ceased being nay primary goal in life.v Being in a wheelchair doesn’t define me; nor do a host of obvious descriptors: writer, Quaker, b on vivant, idealist, gay, drunk raconteur.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.