Words Have Power, They are Magic pt 19

William, as he introduced himself or Wet Willy as the rest of the park residents called him, was gone in the morning. I had not moved from the bench. Not sure if I slept but it seemed as if I did not nor did it matter. I had watched the bums come out starting their fires after the regular citizens…

Words Have Power, They Are Magic pt 17

I ended up going back to the shelter for the Wednesday meeting. Not because I really cared so much about my sobriety but because it was raining and she was there.  Mostly the raining though. I have not had a lot of luck with women in my life. They all seemed to be bottom feeders except my dear wife reset…