That thing you do when you’re grieving someone,- traditional in American Indian cultures or just a way of living.
Today I walked into a AA meeting house on “accident” and they gave me a charge on my phone when I needed it most. They welcomed me in, it was a men’s center, I took care of myself. It reminded me of my father, I had a coming to god and I remembered why I was being sober, it’s hard though, sobriety. I love you.

I saw an awouga across the street...

