Ego?
by A. Cacioppo
“I do not need your cheap brain burning drugs.”
I am a working woman today. Or so Spider Jerusalem said when talking about himself and his return to writing.
I have returned. The collision of words is coming back to me, finally. After months of struggling with an odd depression that twists and skirts the brinks of an unknown like the Pacific Coast Highway that I long to drive again. I am back.
And I may have stumbled across the way. After almost a year of not smoking, the little money-burning, coffin nails have come back to my lips. The claws of gaming addiction have taken hold and my appetite for anything other than mind riddling doses of caffiene have disappeared. The kitchen has been shoved aside and thrown into an afterthought.
The words are back.
There is much celebration to be had at least in this mind.
Now if that’s not a chunk of self absorbed, I don’t know what is.
Stay tuned.
