Past, Present and Uncertainty

:WARNING: THIS BLOG IS GONNA BE ALL OVER THE PLACE:
So yeah, about seven or eight months ago, give or take, my life degenerated into a Social Distortion song, circa 1990. Looking back, one could probably say it probably started months earlier, hell possibly even years earlier, all the way back to when I was still living in California, but for the sake of this blog and for the sake of the current situation, I'm just gonna say what I originally said, although I am gonna go back to those times mentioned prior to those 7-8 months.
   Anyway, most people that know me, know that I am an alcoholic, though now in recovery (for the 2nd time), and many of those same people can tell you some stories(some of which I don't recall) of my antics when drinking, ranging from the hilarious to the horrific, and yes, there is quite a collection. But you see when I was young I wasnt one of the lucky ones that knew what he wanted to do with his life. Sure I went to college for a couple years in my early twenties with no ambitions then dropped out and took off for the bay area and shot dope and drank like a fish. I kicked the dope habit shortly after I turned 30 and about a year or so later made the acquaintance of Bill W. and Dr. Bob a few days after 9/11 happened and got my shit together over the course of the year that followed and the years beyond. I mean REALLY together! Slowly but surely, things just started coming together and falling into place till it seemed like I had it all! The car, the friends, the girl, good credit, good job, respect, etc. Basically, I spent my twenties making a wreck of my life (though I did have fun) and my thirties putting it back together again, though I did start drinking again, which yes, once again, got excessive but I'll address that later, but I avoided the excessive drugging of my twenties and still have even to the present day.
One thing I learned though, is having all those things, "having it all", sounds great, and don't get me wrong, it is, but it's not necessarily the key to happiness. It comes with it's own set of problems, responsibilities and maintenance as well, which is fine, but when you're making fourteen dollars an hour in a place like Albuquerque, NM and get sick for a week, you'll probably be okay if you tighten your belt for a week or two, but in the bay area, you run the risk of getting mercilessly fucked! It can be a cold, cruel world... Fortunately, that's not what happened to me, that was an unnecessary tangent I threw in there for no particular reason, I might have been trying to make a point, and if so, it has since, escaped my train of thought...stupid meds! Anyway, let's go back just a little further for a bit...
Back in the 90's in the bay area, Oakland, CA, when I was shooting dope, I played music. Even played in a couple bands that were actually pretty good. Only a handful of people would remember them though. Only played three or four shows before dissolving. I had tons of equipment, nothing fancy, but still had it. Had this Gibson Sonic though, that I found in the attic of this old punk house in Oakland called The Maxi Pad that I rebuilt. Anyway, most of the shows we played ended badly, although I was told by a member of a band we played with at The Cocodrie in San Francisco that we blew them off the stage so badly that he quit his band the next day. I barely remember playing I was so fucked up. My biggest regret about that time period is I have absolutely nothing to show for it. No recordings(yes, they did exist), no flyers, stickers, equipment, nothing but memories. After I kicked the drugs my heart just wasnt into it and I walked away from music, just went to the occasional show now and then. So I guess fast forward to about 2004, Santa Cruz, CA, I knew this skinhead named Bill Rose, I was going on about  three years clean and sober I think. I met Bill when he was a scraggly little punk rock kid that looked up to me for some reason. Anyway he came to me telling me he wanted to introduce me to his friend Brandon to see if I could help sober him up. I had Bill bring Brandon to this AA meeting that I used attend. Honestly, didnt really have much luck in sobering Brandon up but we did become pretty good friends and still are. Anyway, he had told me about this band he was in at the time (soon to be called The Last Chordz) and I remember thinking "pfft, whatever, everyone and their mothers in a band"! However, they had managed to get an opening slot for a show with a Santa Cruz local legend, Joe Clements(from Fury 66) new band so I agreed to check them out. They were sloppy, and all over the place, but I saw something in them and I started helping them out, finding them places to play, getting them shows, hooking them up with other promoters, and soon they became one of the biggest local draws in town! I had become sort of their "manager". They eventually even put out a cd, that I even got to sing back up vocals for a couple of the songs on. In the process, I was approached by a local promoter and asked if i'd be willing to take over his promotional business while he traveled for a few months which I did, and I also started my own small one as well. I even started working with other promoters too, picking up a few bucks on the side. Kinda weird how shit works out, I had gone from being this big instigator and trouble maker at shows to someone that helps out, cleans up and makes things happen. It was a good feeling and nice to be involved in the scene again in a more positive way for a change. So during my time working with the Last Chordz, they had made a DIYdemo and were in the studio making a real cd, and they had a gig opening for The Partisans from the UK where I met a future ex girlfriend named Rachel while passing out copies of their demo out in the parking lot. She and I didnt actually get involved till over six months after that first time meeting but we were together almost two years, and upon reflection, she was probably the last woman I was probably truly and completely in love with. Sure, I've had a couple girlfriends since then, have said the "L" word to both (No, not Lesbian!) but sadly, I don't think it was quite there with them. So anyway, I was basically fairly content with my life and how things were going, I was still sober, Rachel and I had our issues but things were going good, the Santa Cruz music scene was thriving at the time and I was really involved, I had a good job and was making money and lived in a nice place, although in all honesty, I was becoming rather put off and disillusioned with the AA thing.
I guess it was about the beginning of 2007 when things started changing. Santa Cruz and it's music scene were starting to feel stale, bands were breaking up, new ones were starting to suck, changes were happening at work (although I did get a good raise!), I had to move outta my house, mine and Rachel's problems were getting worse and we werent really getting along. Seemed like there was this constant feeling of "blah!" in the air. I guess it all crashed on October 5th of that year when My dad died and Rachel and I broke up. I caught a plane back to Albuquerque the next day for the memorial and when I came back to Santa Cruz, was pretty much in a funk until I decided to start drinking again about a month and a half later, after which I started having all kinds of fun! Getting out, making friends, meeting women and basically enjoying myself despite my troubles. The only communication with Rachel was several hateful emails over the next couple months following our break up but a few months after the emails stopped I ran into her at an Anti Nowhere League show and we ended up talking and making peace with one another. We started hanging out again here and there and eventually started hooking up and seeing each other again which needless to say, ended very badly, considering we were both drinking heavily and were both dealing with deep rooted personal issues as well. I started seeing a therapist after it ended for a couple months after it ended then decided I'd had enough of California and the bay area and decided to move back to Albuquerque at the end of 2008.
I should mention before moving on, that Rachel and I have been friends in some way, shape or form for eight years now despite periods of not being on speaking terms. We currently get along great and do chat at least a couple times a month. I wish her the best!
My brother drove out to Santa Cruz in his pick up truck, rented a trailer and we loaded up my stuff, with my car in tow and arrived back in Albuquerque in December 2nd, 2008. I moved in with my mom where I stayed for about six months. It sorta kept my drinking in check as well. My brother was pretty amazed at the amount of alcohol me and my friends consumed our last night in Santa Cruz before the Dr. Know show we attended and the after party at my old house that followed. Anyway, I moved back with almost two grand, signed up with a temp agency that kept me fairly busy off and on, although it was hard to get used to not working steady and Albuquerque's lower wages at first, but the lower cost of living suited me just fine! Most of my old friends from the early punk rock days had moved on or had gotten married and started families, but a few were still around and hung out still, but for the most part it was like being the new guy on the scene again, it was kind of fun in a way meeting new people and assimilating to a new, yet very familiar environment. Albuquerque had definitely grown into itself. I was still drinking pretty heavily and hanging with the more rowdier crowds. I got my own apartment in the summer of 2009 which was great, cause I could drink at home openly and freely! I did get in some legal trouble in late fall of '09 and was forced back into AA by the courts for a brief period but that ended up being dismissed after 45 days. In Feb. of 2010 the lease on my apartment ended and I moved into the house that I grew up in with my brother and not too long after, the temp agency I was with finally hooked me up with a permanent job at a photonics/laser optics company! It was a pretty cool job that I actually enjoyed, I almost fucked it up a few times though, coming in with full blown DT's and missing time by being hospitalized, requiring surgery from breaking my leg in a blackout. Other than that, I was an excellent worker. However, the company was bought out and I was part of a string of layoffs in December of 2011 and have as of the present time, been barely or unemployed ever since. A couple months prior I had joined a hardcore punk band called A.P.D., and several months prior to that I had started promoting and putting on small DIY type shows again, but anyway, when I got laid off I was sent away with a pretty good sized severance package, I had UI benefits, some savings and income tax returns coming my way so I decided to take it easy for a bit, I figured, I'd been working pretty consistently for the last decade, why not take a little time off and devote to some artistic endeavors! A.P.D. played our first show on December 29th, 2011 and have played pretty consistently since then despite ourselves and the many trials and tribulations that have come our way, although at present, our future is very uncertain, more will be revealed on that one. Unfortunately for me during my period of "devotion to artistic endeavors" I drank a lot of my money away, ran into some unexpected financial hurdles then in late July of 2012, wrecked my brothers car is a drunk driving crash downtown, spent a couple nights in jail, got out, went on a five day bender, came a day short of killing myself before landing in a local detox unit for a couple days before deciding to hang it up once and for all. I started attending AA again August 5th and have been totally sober since. You would think this blog would end on a uplifting kinda note but it Hah! Not quite... Now let's go WAY back shall we?
In 1984 I started having seizures. After several CAT scans and all that with 1984 technology they found a tumor-like thing what is called a cavernous malformation in my brain that was hemorrhaging causing the seizures, so they put me on medication till I was 23 that kept them under control and I hadnt had one since. That is until February 8th of 2013, just under a month ago, I went into one that morning just before I was going to go to a job interview. the next morning I had three more and was taken to the ER where they examined me, gave me a script and sent me home. The next day I had several more and was once again taken to the ER, given another script, and sent home. The following day, was just ridiculous, they actually just put me in a wheel chair and tried to stick me in the waiting room till I managed to text my cousin Rhonda who happens to be an ER nurse at that hospital who and was on duty at the time wasnt having it, she got on their ass and they immediately brought me into the trauma unit where by that time I was having seizures every five to ten fucking minutes for the next 36 hours! They tried all kinds of different drugs to no avail till they found one that finally worked. I was there a total of five days and in that time I had MRI, EEG and CAT scans and with 2013 technology, they found 13 more of those things in my brain. Im also uninsured, and my meds are very expensive and Im waiting to see a neurologist as well. I was worried about brain damage when I first got out cause my speech was all fucked up, but Im pretty sure it's because I mangled my tongue from the seizures. It's better now. My probation officer has me committed to mental health counseling for the next three months, and at the moment, until I see the neurologist, I don't know what the prognosis is. But with all these fucking appointments, looking for a job is kind of futile, at least for a couple of months, and as for AA and recovery, the day I got out of the hospital I went to a meeting, in fact, I don't even recall how I got there, but I remember listening to this horseshit from these airhead ditzes talking about the "grace of god keeping them sober one more day" While watching these frat boy looking douchebags eyeball high fives to one another then talk about how awesome they were while this same ditz giggled at their words... so yeah,  Im pretty fucking disillusioned and bitter and not on speaking terms or open to the idea of any kinda god or higher power. I mean I hit six months sober and this is what I fucking get?!? Fuck you and FUCK GOD!!! The thought of taking a drink over any of this shit hasnt even crossed my fucking mind and you know what? I'll have seven months tomorrow, so there!