Monthly Archives: December 2011

CHAPTER FOURTEEN I don’t know how the hell much longer I’m going be up here in Colorado, and I dread going back home to the war zone of a mansion I destroyed during the break that got me here in … Continue reading →

CHAPTER TWELVE I’m planning for a smooth day ever since I woke up. I woke up early, and have been waking up early every day for the last couple months, since I’ve been staying here in this garden motel. There’s … Continue reading →

CHAPTER ELEVEN A couple hours have passed now. I had phoned my wife following my last writing installment and even though I knew she was and is doing all that she can to get me home, to get the house … Continue reading →

12 NOON 22 December 2011 The Hot Club/Bed: New Mexico USA Dear Little Journal— [transcribed from my written private journal:]  Having been away from you in several months, more on the computer, coming out with this whole real me, authentic, … Continue reading →

CHAPTER TEN Sensitivity has me by the ass. I don’t know what the hell I’m feeling. I’m still here in the garden motel. I’m still an outpatient as far as the Sz School is concerned. It’s been weeks, actually a … Continue reading →

Restored Post from December 22, 2011 Smashing Pumpins’ “Soma” is keeping me afloat on repeat. But, darn it: Back to the E.R. at 9 AM-1 hour from Now. Nothing schizophrenic, thank God. [Can barely stand up at all, or move … Continue reading →

CHAPTER NINE Have I created a new genre of sorts—of literature? Not fiction. Not non-fiction. Not memoir and not the publishing of a diary. Instead, maybe closer to publishing a blog, or better, like publishing a novel that resembles Facebook/Twitter … Continue reading →

CHAPTER EIGHT My wife, Kelly, (having come a long way now, I’ll let you know her name is Maureen. Just as I am Jonathan…) had her psychic mentor/advisor for the last ten years, give her a quickie reading over the … Continue reading →

CHAPTER SEVEN It’s a new day now. The sun shines bright as I suck in the last draft of my cigarette, and suck the very end of my fourth cup of coffee. I notice Steve is still waking up, slowly, … Continue reading →