A simple man in Dallas that has been given more gifts than a drunken slur in the nights of Phildelphia could have ever uttered.
From New York originally, I have been in Texas for 10 years now. Though I will always consider myself a Yankee, I have built a life of great value with my love for Rob and with friends that make me a better man. As written by Glen Phillips in the Toad the Wet Sprocket song Something to Say: "Show me your home, not the place where you live but the place where you belong."
This is where I belong -- where Rob and I laugh & love to create something bigger than the both of us; where I got sober on April 15th 1997 after the many years of slow dying; where my brother Rich, friends & sponsees have forged a family indulging in casual coffee afternoons; where I get regular reminders from Allegedly Marly that I am older than I was but I am not as old as I could be; where letters from Melissa find their way to me; and where kitty cat Quentin has gotten all the wet food & warm snuggles he could need.
At night, I retire to our warm bed with beautiful Rob at my side and Quentin climbs on my chest for head scratches and long body strokes. I turn slightly over so that he falls to the crook of my arm as he nestles between us. I reach over to pick up the book that I am reading and let loose everything that I carry with me that I do not need. I transcend until I can no longer keep my eyes open. I switch off the light and thank god for the sobriety I keep, the love that I have, and the safety that keeps me.
