Talkin bout’ change, ego death, and hanging w/ friends in the psych ward Continue reading For Free & For Fun w/ Peter Croonquist
It’s the Pied Piper Peter Pod! and we break down the basic bedevilments from the big book of Alcoholics Anonymous Continue reading The Basic Bedevilments w/ Peter Croonquist
Lawnmowers growl and the sun peeks through a blanket that you thumb tacked against the window.
You roll over to stare at the wall and slam a fist into your face, wishing you were anywhere but here.
You turn the TV on and stare into the abyss. Continue reading An Echo of Another Age
“Shot to myself and then I bleed out. Need out. Looking for a needle and I fiend out. Lead out. Limping in a living memory a pain to be a part of me i never see but then i be out.” Continue reading Lets talk about how Angsty we can be
God is a verb. It’s the moment we exist in as it expresses itself. It is reality. Truth. It doesn’t give a shit about what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. It just is. It’s happening. Continue reading On Step 3
7 years sober today & that means it’s story time! Let’s see if I can’t get it in 3 sentences:
Every morning I’d wake up and shoot heroin.
One day, I was withdrawing so bad that I wanted to end my life.
I went to my roomate’s room, took out his rifle, and a thought popped into my head: Continue reading Lucky Number Slevin
From selling dime bags to 10th graders, to trafficking pounds of product for the amigo cartel, Keaton Mack breaks down the escalation of hood rat sh!t in East Cobb.
He was also a psychotic wizard and a drug addict (i can relate) serving 18 months in federal prison.
This is: Inside the Minds Eye w/ Keaton Mack Continue reading Inside the Minds Eye w/ Keaton Mack Ep. 3
I don’t fuck with heroin addicts.
They’re impulsive, egotistical, and lazy. They think they’re special. They don’t listen. And they’re totally incapable of paying attention to anything outside of themselves for more than a few seconds…
And I’m one of them. Continue reading Hazmat
I’d reach over to the desk next to my bed and pull out a rig.
Every morning. Before my eyes were all the way open, before my dreams began to fade, my body would start to crave…
Continue reading Bruce Lee and Me 👯♂️♂️