"A Million Little Pieces"
My sister sent me this book. She’s an organic type of girl, a Psychology Grad, and very intriguing.
I started to type a quick description about the book, but then I realized I could just retype what‘s on the back of the book. An editor was already paid and tasked with providing that message. Where do I get the temerity to redo the work? Here’s the back of the book.
At the age of 23, James Frey woke up on a plane to find his four front teeth knocked out, his nose broken, and a whole through his cheek. He had no idea where the plane was headed nor any recollection of the past two weeks. An alcoholic for ten years and a crack addict for three, he checked into a treatment facility shortly after landing. There he was told he could either stop using or die before he reached age 24. This is Frey’s acclaimed account of his six weeks in rehab.
I thought this book was outstanding! Simple. Telling. Angry.
It’s a glimpse of addiction at its worst. Uncontrollable, disabling torment.
It’s a true story, and I actually have a friend who attended the same treatment facility.
I could be alone on this one, but I have asked myself “why did I do (or so much of) that last night.” Only to answer with, “Don’t worry about it now.”
Or
…”what will happen if I keep this up?” Only to answer with, “…it feels good now.”
Instant gratification. Compounded. And Repeated.
I’ve woken up feeling like shit, broke, and unprepared for the day.
The sun not shinning for me. I’ve worked hard all day,
Completing motions and tasks, Looking forward to the release,
A change of perception, A change of angles,
I embrace, not fear, the alternatives.
What will I find out? What can I solve? What is avoided?
Recuperation.
More Perception, More Angles, More Answers.
More.
Now.
I am no were near the afflictions of James Frey. Thank god.
But I can feel, I can imagine.
Experiment. It’s an interesting word.
I would be a closer reflection of my friend. Mainly I drank too much. The only difference being that I have never lost it, never did anything I didn’t want to do.
I’m not her, I’m not James Frey.
However that doesn’t vindicate me.
I am who I am.
I have questioned my own habits and motives.
I believe in self-awareness, self-criticism.
If you can’t question yourself,
How will you grow? What will you learn?
Is anyone else guilty?
~Rolligun
I started to type a quick description about the book, but then I realized I could just retype what‘s on the back of the book. An editor was already paid and tasked with providing that message. Where do I get the temerity to redo the work? Here’s the back of the book.
At the age of 23, James Frey woke up on a plane to find his four front teeth knocked out, his nose broken, and a whole through his cheek. He had no idea where the plane was headed nor any recollection of the past two weeks. An alcoholic for ten years and a crack addict for three, he checked into a treatment facility shortly after landing. There he was told he could either stop using or die before he reached age 24. This is Frey’s acclaimed account of his six weeks in rehab.
I thought this book was outstanding! Simple. Telling. Angry.
It’s a glimpse of addiction at its worst. Uncontrollable, disabling torment.
It’s a true story, and I actually have a friend who attended the same treatment facility.
I could be alone on this one, but I have asked myself “why did I do (or so much of) that last night.” Only to answer with, “Don’t worry about it now.”
Or
…”what will happen if I keep this up?” Only to answer with, “…it feels good now.”
Instant gratification. Compounded. And Repeated.
I’ve woken up feeling like shit, broke, and unprepared for the day.
The sun not shinning for me. I’ve worked hard all day,
Completing motions and tasks, Looking forward to the release,
A change of perception, A change of angles,
I embrace, not fear, the alternatives.
What will I find out? What can I solve? What is avoided?
Recuperation.
More Perception, More Angles, More Answers.
More.
Now.
I am no were near the afflictions of James Frey. Thank god.
But I can feel, I can imagine.
Experiment. It’s an interesting word.
I would be a closer reflection of my friend. Mainly I drank too much. The only difference being that I have never lost it, never did anything I didn’t want to do.
I’m not her, I’m not James Frey.
However that doesn’t vindicate me.
I am who I am.
I have questioned my own habits and motives.
I believe in self-awareness, self-criticism.
If you can’t question yourself,
How will you grow? What will you learn?
Is anyone else guilty?
~Rolligun
posted by Rolligun at 11:54 PM
19 Comments:
Great . . .
I bought this book two weeks ago for my mom for Christmas - with every intention of reading it after her.
Now I have to crease her book all to hell because I NEED to read it IMMEDIATELY.
Thanks a lot, punk.
:)
Oh - and of course, I'm guilty.
Who you callin a punk?
Is it that crazy color in my hair?
(social distortion)
(actually, its quite short with no color, but I use to have the back of my neck pierced. Does that count?)
And thank you...for your being guilty as well, together we can start Bloggers anonymous
The "back" of your neck??
I've never seen that.
I don't know if it counts or not.
Hmm . . .
Can I get back to you?
As for BA . . woo, a club. Fun fun. Can we have 12 steps? Clubs, and anything really, are always better with lists.
buggy...(story behind that?)
Welcome, Welcome. A professional writer has come over!
Thanks for commenting.
I use to go out with that girl a long time ago, she entered treatment after the fact, but were still close friends
She goes to Grad shcool in La. and I've always admired not just her intelligence, but her strength.
Don't suggest the book to your cousins, it probably contradicts what they've been doing. That approach isn't for everyone.
I wish them the best.
Correction!!!
I wasn't trying to suggest I sent the poor into treatment at the conclusion of our relationship.
Woops, that came out wrong.
I'm also starting to post more on my own blog, than my readers. That can't be good thing.
LOL
It's a great thing!
It's YOUR blog.
Comment/post/whatever as much as YOU want!
And . . you're gonna have to explain the pierced back of the neck thing . . . seriously.
I liked it man.
Meghan, it was a barbell directly in the back of my neck, I use to have four totall, but after graduation, interviews and all, I ditched the other three. I finally got rid of it when I was activated, it's an army no go. I am not sure what it was called, "snake bite" maybe. I will repierce it. It will be the only one, but I plan on keeping it until I die. It was my favorite.
C.S., thanks man, admission is free for all!
Buggy, she's doing great. One shot, one kill or a first time success. Something like four years sober at least, but like I said, she's an extremely strong and motivated person. There are hard times of course. When she talks about it, I'm just all ears.
Comment tally...The Public 7, Rolligun 4.
I've heard about that book and it's on my xmas wish list.
Guilty here aswell.
And now, of course, I have to know where the other piercings were . . . Please.
Steph - seriously, I went out and bought another copy (because I didn't want to crease my mom's - I know, I'm nuts, let it go) . . let me know if you don't get it for the holidays - I can FEDEX it your way for free. Friends in high places and all.
Meghan
Was that an intentional pun "...high places..."?
I had one in my trig-a-sus(can't spell it) it's that little mud flap thing above the ear lobe, one (same ear) kind of toward's the top and finally my tongue. And since were on the subject, I have two tatoos. Now you go. Don't be shy.
Laurie, good I am glad I'n not alone, I would hate to be guilty of any bloggin deviance of any kind. Even if it' only "frowned upon."
Steph
See meghan about the support group were starting, via blogging
Yep, semi-intentional, but semi-serious pun.
Tattoos - none.
Piercings - typical girl piercing of one in each earlobe. Had a navel ring, but it had to be removed for one of my surgeries. Sadness.
What ARE your tattoos?
(sick of me playing Spanish Inquisition yet???)
meghan, I can play games like this forever. A bull, "taurus" a friedn of mine drew, its on my lower left leg, about this size of a hand. The other one is tribal-sun thing and it's on my foot, also left side.
You havn't really given me any ammunition to bounce this question back...so...I'll change it a bit...Why have you chosen not to get a tatoo, exotic peircing, or would you someday?
GOOD questions:
Tattoo - at first, forgive me, because I thought they were totally WT (white trash for those who don't know the term), but I've expanded my mind a bit and now DONT think they're WT . . .but still can't think of ANYTHING I want to have on my body FOR EH VER. Though, I have the place I want it picked out. Whenever I find what IT is.
Piercings - I'm a speech language pathologist . . so the tongue is kinda out of the question. I want the kids focusing on my tongue movements - not on my tongue jewelry (side note, did you know speech language pathologists also train people how to swallow properly??). As for erotic areas . . I almost got my clit pierced . . BUT
HORROR STORY
My friend Emily had hers done two weeks before I was going to get mine. For the first few days - it was hell. LOTS of pain. Towards the end of the week, it was heaven. She had orgasms climbing stairs for chrissakes. So I was REALLY excited to get mine.
AND THEN . . du du du . . . it got infected. A grosser thing you could NEVER see. OMG. HORRID. And since then - she has NO clitoral feeling. NONE. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
So not going to lose that. Uh uh. Not this girl. Not happenin.
SO it boils down to me being a BIG OLE chicken to lose sensation.
Now . . . what made you get the back of the neck piercing? Why is it the only one you're going to re-do?
Well done Meghan, you play this game well.
My last girlfriend had her clit pierced, she liked it and often times directed my attention towards it, just one a few spots.
Anyway, I never heard anything like that, the horry story that is.
I suppose your right, it's not worth that kind of risk.
People always asked me, "why" as far as that piercing goes. I am not sure, I did it for the fuck of it. I thought it was a random piercing, easy to cover and somewhat rare. It definatly brought out some funny remarks in people. Old girlfriends father use to joke that he could plug me into the wall or something. I laughed the first time.
Other than that, I guess the exclusivity is what appealed to me. It's a mark of separation that gave me some feeling of symmetry. "Here I have a suit and tie, underneath is this mark."
Wow, now I'm going to look at every buttoned up guy and think "Whatcha got under there, hottie?"
Thanks a lot, now I will be so pre-occupied with wondering about their piercings and tattoos that I will wander into traffic, be hit by a large vehicle and be in traction for months.
You better visit me and write sweet notes on my casts.
Only if I can use Crayons, more meaningful if my scribbles can be done in "Rapid Raspberry" (or whatever)
Use whatever you want to draw on my appendages.
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