I was sitting in a very small coffee shop inside of a very small casino located in a very small town people watching. I happened

Richard Bittner, Jr sat at his desk in his office on the 20th floor of the Bittner Building.  He had come from the funeral earlier

Life for me came down to sitting on the park bench during the day, rain, shine, cold, hot, it did not matter. My bench was

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

I walked to the park away from the noise of the fire trucks and people shouting.   I found the bench I used to sit on

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

I had only been in the hospital for 24 hours and I needed a drink. I mean I really needed a drink.  My hands were

I woke up. Or was it come to? Maybe the Angels transported me. I think it was probably the Devil. The sinner express.  Alcohol fueled,

  The sound of shifting gears woke me up. I sat up on and watched as an ancient truck loaded with hay went pass. I