Having finally ditched cigarettes, booze, pot, and partying, I left my job at the IDS Center after the accident to focus on school. I started working part-time delivering furniture at Thomas Designs, a very high-end, expensive furniture store. Little did I know I would meet someone who would determine the
In the Lowell Cole story I wrote briefly about my one year stint vacuuming carpets at the IDS Center in Minneapolis after getting my GED and while in my first year of "college." As I was reflecting on this I realized that adding some additional detail about my
Apparently, St. Croix forestry camp and the hell I endured were not a sufficient deterrent. Not long after gaining my freedom, I found myself in the middle of the night intoxicated and on the roof of Len's grocery store smashing the small skylight with my foot and then
I sat and stared at the above sentence I'm Writing a Book for quite a while (about 2 weeks) before I finally decided to have the guts to use the title and send you a series of stories (first one below) that I am considering including in the