Status Report On The Artist Formerly Known As Sean Diablo...
Sometimes, my silence is a direct result of my fear that by talking about the good shit in my life, I am somehow making it prone to the negativity that permeates the rest of the world that I seldom inhabit anymore.
I'm in love.
And it's more real, more alive, and more true than anything I think I have ever known.
This isn't some fancy "Oh, we're in love because of *blah*blah*blah*" or any of that shit.
This shit, is on the real.
For both of us.
It was apparent within the first fifteen minutes of our initial entry into one another's meadows.
And some of you have been lucky enough to witness it already.
This, is some powerful magic.
So powerful, that everything else surrounding me is filling up with light as well.
Witness this:
I've been sober for over 60 days.
By choice.
And I feel fucking amazing.
I got a promotion at work - all of my hard work and hard-headed bullshit paying off - salary doubled on the spot.
I went to (oh my) the fucking doctor - I have a double hernia which will eventually have to be operated on, but every other facet of my physical self is doing pretty goddamn good. I even somehow managed to get my cholesterol to drop from 263 in 2005, to a paltry 190 in the rightfuckingnow.
The doctor did give me a brief colon cancer scare, even to the point of telling me he was "98% certain" I had at least Stage One. But - he was wrong - ain't no cancer up in this boy.
I also moved.
I now live in Ironyburg (isn't that ironic?), with Hotass McGhee and her kitty named Lucy.
Life returns.
You just have to be ready for it when it knocks on your door.
I'm in love.
And it's more real, more alive, and more true than anything I think I have ever known.
This isn't some fancy "Oh, we're in love because of *blah*blah*blah*" or any of that shit.
This shit, is on the real.
For both of us.
It was apparent within the first fifteen minutes of our initial entry into one another's meadows.
And some of you have been lucky enough to witness it already.
This, is some powerful magic.
So powerful, that everything else surrounding me is filling up with light as well.
Witness this:
I've been sober for over 60 days.
By choice.
And I feel fucking amazing.
I got a promotion at work - all of my hard work and hard-headed bullshit paying off - salary doubled on the spot.
I went to (oh my) the fucking doctor - I have a double hernia which will eventually have to be operated on, but every other facet of my physical self is doing pretty goddamn good. I even somehow managed to get my cholesterol to drop from 263 in 2005, to a paltry 190 in the rightfuckingnow.
The doctor did give me a brief colon cancer scare, even to the point of telling me he was "98% certain" I had at least Stage One. But - he was wrong - ain't no cancer up in this boy.
I also moved.
I now live in Ironyburg (isn't that ironic?), with Hotass McGhee and her kitty named Lucy.
Life returns.
You just have to be ready for it when it knocks on your door.