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I just got a message from an old friend, who when I met him was pretty straight edge even when I was drinking and drugging. I used to help him out as his drum tech, and had many good times with him. About the time I got sober 16 years ago, he started dabbling in pills and hard alcohol, then a few years later he went off the deep end. I watched him spiral downward, and every so often he would resurface, looking worse and worse. I tried to give him every opportunity I got when I was trying to get on my feet, but he wasn’t ready. He still had some good ideas left. After not hearing from him for quite a while, myself and others figured him to be dead.
A while ago another friend who moved to Wisconsin informed me that he had looked her up and they were helping him clean up. I was very happy, but due to his track record, I was a little skeptical. It has been a couple years since then, and I hadn’t heard much about him, until that same friend made a Facebook page for him.
I just received a message from him saying that he has been clean three years and would like to get back in touch. It brought tears to my eyes for a couple reasons. The main reason is that he is not suffering and fighting the battle I know too well and that he has a second chance due to some humbling experiences and a little divine and not-so-devine intervention.
I am excited to actually talk to him this afternoon.

Horses
Here are a few photos I have taken over the last couple weeks at the barn where Katie keeps her horse.
Enjoy.

This morning I crashed my bike ok the way to work. I would love to be able to say it was something spectacular. It was not.
At the bottom of the hill by my house, I rolled up the access ramp to press the crosswalk button, like I had done hundreds of times before. As I hit the button and made the quick right, I didn’t have enough momentum. I pulled the turn tighter, hoping of using the ramp to gain some momentum. No such luck. I stopped and started to teeter. I’m desperation I tried to get my right foot out of the clip, and when I did, it was too late. I misjudged the ramp angle and was so off balance, I went down.
I looked to see if anyone was around to see it. Luckily there wasn’t. Besides a little scuff to my bar tape and seat, a chunk of skin on my ankle bone, and the spot on my hip where it might bruise, the only other thing that was hurt was my pride. Even that only stung for a second before I started laughing at myself.
I’m such a spaz.