Still, living today as a sober person, a husband and a parent, it’s difficult to see my own work met with an unwillingness to accept me as the person I’ve worked so diligently the last eight years to become, or an unshakeable desire to revel in the sick person I once was.
Addiction is a disease. It’s hard to view one’s own past living through the horrors of that disease as a type of scarlet letter that can’t be shaken even after many years of intense self-work in sobriety within a program of recovery.
We’d like to offer our condolences to Ryan Carson who was senselessly murdered two nights ago in Brooklyn. Ryan was a caring and thoughtful poet. Here is a poem he shared with us, “Anxiety.” Needless to say our hearts go out to his loved ones.
Every venue that tried to take a merch cut from us our tour manager would literally physically threaten the promoter about it. He went to jail one time and we bailed him out the next day. That’s all I’m gonna say on that