Today i was shown a facebook memory of the day I came to New York in 2020. i had relapsed and was kicked out of the sober house i was living in in new jersey. being homeless in the suburbs is not an option, so i got on the NJ transit to New York city to continue my destructive spiral.
side note: it was the early days of a global pandemic, and New York City happened to be the epicenter of the rapidly worsening situation. Everyone i knew was begging me not to go, but my mind was made up. I saw the people on ventilators, and the morgue trucks that everyone was watching on CNN. I stood in the bread lines.
that one decision changed the course of my life in every conceivable way. on this anniversary I wanted to share the stories that came from that spring in the empty, lawless streets of new York. These are the stories that turned me into a storyteller:
Listen, i must also do some fundraising, because although i am doing a lot of real life job interviews, i am very very poor…so if anything i write does anything for you…please do something for me . thank you
also, its the link of links!:
