I'm still here. Fought my way out a long and agonizing PTSD-fueled depression that was threatening to end me. I got the help I needed and am now back in the land of the living. I've learned a thing or two about a thing or two. I also still love the hell out of Lucinda Williams and learned that I need to keep my hands in the dirt and grow things as much as possible to maintain my sense of peace. Getting back on my bike. Avoiding the fakers. Doing shit that makes a difference whenever I can.
My life these days... is a good one.
