As I write this, the date is January 20th. It was exactly one year ago today that we saw Barack Obama sworn into office. I had the pleasure of watching from warm, sunny Australia. Unfortunately, I was all but bedridden with a crippling infection. Below is the story of that horrible week spent in fear, speckled with hope. To those who have already read the story once, my apologies for a repost. To others, read on, and enjoy the story.
DISCLAIMER: If you are expecting the happy go lucky recounting of German boobs and satori-induced smiles of satisfaction, turn back now. The title of this discourse is ROCK BOTTOM. If it seems a bit dramatic, mind you, it’s not a plea for sympathy, just an attempt at good, solid writing. I shall do my best not to embellish.
“We’ve hit rock bottom,” a perennial favorite of mine as far as phrases go. I’m not sure if I picked it up from KT or KMCK, but its used only in the most sardonic fashion. Its been dropped while freeloading at a mansion eating delicious steaks, and while drinking fine scotch in the company of easy women [or Mike Roberts]. Unfortunately, in this situation, there is no we. I’m by my lonesome, and when I say “I’ve hit rock bottom,” this time, it’s not in jest…
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