You buried the sink factory, the fake ID, and the room you weren’t supposed to enter, and what gives you away years later is knowing exactly how to scrape powder with a credit card. The hands remember what the memoir edits out. This was a joy to read — funny in the way that only works when the person telling it clearly made it out the other side.
Wow this was an absolutely delightful read and we obviously need to be friends.
I saw an IG reel a while ago where a momfluencer I used to bartend with was commenting about how flicking a little baggie she found was a sign of a misspent youth and all the commenters were like “wait, I don’t get it,” and I just smiled and went about my day, glad to know things and still, miraculously, be alive.
This was believable and utterly entertaining❣️(Scarface is one of my favorite movies.)🍿😉
I enjoyed the rapid pace, attention to detail and blunt rawness. You have special gifts: writing, lots of humor, a quick mind and fascinating stories. Please keep up the wonderful work❣️🫶👏👍
Awesome article. It brought back my memories of years of bad decisions. I’ll leave details for my article. I’ll just say I really have no business being alive.
I am literally laughing out loud!!! I think you would have scared me in my twenties!🤣🤣
You are a phenomenal writer with the rare ability to make me laugh in one sentence and then slip something quietly profound into the next. I never know what I'll find in your essays, but I always know I'm going to love reading them.🌟
I love your writing and especially related to “ my late teens and twenties were a long series of you know what, fuck it” good times. Looking forward to the next installment and you still need to write the memoir!
Beautiful, just beautiful. The honest and humorous accounting of your past adventures finds the perfect lighting in your graceful eliding of the gory details.
TL;DR you left me fully satisfied and looking forward to the memoir. Or your next post.
Thank you so much! This is the first step in revealing my life's journey. I started a memoir years ago, but because my life is so nonlinear, I decided to break it into essays instead—which is exactly why I joined Substack. Your kind words really mean a lot!
You are so brave to post this. I'm of the age where I had similar, even more treacherous, experiences. An illegal back-alley abortion, for example. I'm not ready, may never be ready, to write about those years. But thank you for opening yourself. That takes courage and really good writing. <3
It has taken many years to even begin to start writing about my past. I drug myself through the alleys of the world for nearly 40 years before getting sober, and some things will never make it to paper. But, it feel good to find a place like Substack, where I can start with tiny bits, like this, and hopefully open more room for me to work through my life story. I wish you the same! xx
You buried the sink factory, the fake ID, and the room you weren’t supposed to enter, and what gives you away years later is knowing exactly how to scrape powder with a credit card. The hands remember what the memoir edits out. This was a joy to read — funny in the way that only works when the person telling it clearly made it out the other side.
Thank you for reading! I always really appreciate your comments. You are one of my steady-eddy readers, and I can't tell you what that means to me. xx
Steady-eddy, I’ll take it. Honestly I just keep coming back because you go where most people round the corner. 🫶🏻
that’s a huge compliment 🤍 ty
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Wow! The writing is stellar and your life's a compeller.
I too, appreciate that calm moment that follows a sudden, impossibly messy spill.
"Well, that escalated quickly." Can this even be cleaned or is arson the better decision?
As for white powder, I used to be a professional (got paid minimum wage) donut baker.
"Stop to smell the flours" is overrated.
Serendipitously, I had just posted a note about jelly donuts before reading this.
Cue the spooky music.
Nicely done!
Thank you for taking the time to read and kind words! I saw your post on jelly donuts, and got that same "whoa, that's oddly cool" feeling - ha! :)
So interesting! I appreciate your perspective as I am new to Utah.
Utah is one of the most beautiful places in the country. i appreciate it now that im older.
Wow this was an absolutely delightful read and we obviously need to be friends.
I saw an IG reel a while ago where a momfluencer I used to bartend with was commenting about how flicking a little baggie she found was a sign of a misspent youth and all the commenters were like “wait, I don’t get it,” and I just smiled and went about my day, glad to know things and still, miraculously, be alive.
thanks, girl!! yeah, IYKYK ;) and we obviously need to be friends! ha!
This was believable and utterly entertaining❣️(Scarface is one of my favorite movies.)🍿😉
I enjoyed the rapid pace, attention to detail and blunt rawness. You have special gifts: writing, lots of humor, a quick mind and fascinating stories. Please keep up the wonderful work❣️🫶👏👍
thanks, Yvonne! I appreciate you taking th etime to trip down my memory lane. Yes, more to come… ;)
Actually, you were trippin’❣️I was enjoying the show!😉🤭
yes,trippin’ in almost every way, physically and mentally.. ;)
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Awesome article. It brought back my memories of years of bad decisions. I’ll leave details for my article. I’ll just say I really have no business being alive.
omg, same girl. this is the PG version.. have to save most for a memoior, when i get around to it. ;)
1. Statute of limitations means the only result of such self-incriminations would be social.
2. You should check your lung health; silicosis is a terrible disease and you could very well have it.
check and checked. ;) thanks for reading and kind concern!
This makes me want to adopt you as my aunt… can I do that here??
i’m pretty sure you can… ;)
I am literally laughing out loud!!! I think you would have scared me in my twenties!🤣🤣
You are a phenomenal writer with the rare ability to make me laugh in one sentence and then slip something quietly profound into the next. I never know what I'll find in your essays, but I always know I'm going to love reading them.🌟
aw, thank you, Lisa!! I always appreciate your attention to my writing. it’s so kind and really does boost my confidence. ;)
I love your writing and especially related to “ my late teens and twenties were a long series of you know what, fuck it” good times. Looking forward to the next installment and you still need to write the memoir!
thank you, Nancy! what a time that was, and here we are, all adult and able to write and laugh about it. and literally a miracle for me—no joke 😂
I love learning all this about you.You're an excellent writer. 👌 🩷
🤍🤍🤍 i’m glad you’re here for it.
Beautiful, just beautiful. The honest and humorous accounting of your past adventures finds the perfect lighting in your graceful eliding of the gory details.
TL;DR you left me fully satisfied and looking forward to the memoir. Or your next post.
Brava.
Thank you so much! This is the first step in revealing my life's journey. I started a memoir years ago, but because my life is so nonlinear, I decided to break it into essays instead—which is exactly why I joined Substack. Your kind words really mean a lot!
You are so brave to post this. I'm of the age where I had similar, even more treacherous, experiences. An illegal back-alley abortion, for example. I'm not ready, may never be ready, to write about those years. But thank you for opening yourself. That takes courage and really good writing. <3
It has taken many years to even begin to start writing about my past. I drug myself through the alleys of the world for nearly 40 years before getting sober, and some things will never make it to paper. But, it feel good to find a place like Substack, where I can start with tiny bits, like this, and hopefully open more room for me to work through my life story. I wish you the same! xx