Abigails Eye

Hell is a good place to write songs, get smashed, take drugs and destroy your sanity, well-being, future and relationships. Other than that—fuck that place. A while back I was driving down the most perfect road and traveling at the perfect speed. I kept going, just me and my car, and eventually it became dark out and all of a sudden the road became a bit bumpy—not the biggest deal, but not quite the same. She seemed to be a bit hot, so I let her cool down, gave it time and eventually started her back up and continued down this road, not going too fast, taking it real easy.

But no matter how slow I went, the road was just too much for my car to handle.

This beautiful smooth road had become completely fucked and there I was—stuck in hell. Lemme tell ya, it was a pretty long walk back, but I made it in one piece. Sorry for the story—I have no idea what Roky woulda said. I remember I was walking around one night and this weirdo drinking a King Cobra comes up to me all tripped out and asks if he can use my cell phone. He said he needed to call his sponsor. He totally had the crazy in his eyes. Being into psychedelics, I immediately went on my search. Grabbed a bag, filled it up, threw them in the freezer.

A couple days pass and I had mentioned to a couple friends I was really stoked on taking these things. They begged me not to. One of the guys said his brother went blind for like a month. So I go out that night, get drunk, nothing crazy. Come back with my Japanese friend, Aya, who just moved here and barely spoke English. We put a shitload of the flowers in boiling water with some sugar and something else. After we drank it, we lay in my twin bed and like retarded drowsy.

There was this car and I coulda sworn it was a car full of my friends coming to pick me up. I go to open the door to hop in and the door is locked. I then realize that no one is in the car. I kept having this feeling in my hand, like I was holding a cigarette or something and then all of a sudden the feeling would leave as if I had dropped my cig. He asks me what the fuck I was doing in his backyard and I told him I was just locking up my bike.

I was totally tripping fucking balls! And not like tripping balls like on shrooms or some good Lucy or something—straight-up psycho times. My roommate said he found her on our porch topless. If you could set up a dream show, who would you play with? He was like the weirdest dude. He always got the boot in the first round or whatever and then one day shows up singing all tweaked out a capella and wins the motherfucker, trophy and everything. He was so stoked.

It must be my exterior—bum tan, face tats, I dunno. My friend got a blowie under the stage while he played though, and that was pretty rad. You got your first guitar ever for the Abigails, right? One is this really sweet super-crappy classical guitar. When Kyle [Mullarky] and I were working on this album, I was living with the Growlers and there were guitars all over and the beach down the street.

Anyway, I started with little covers and then was writing my own stuff. The other one was a birthday present from a friend. I was going through a pretty hard time—just gotten out of jail, the old lady left me … I was fucked. I was in total mental limbo and it was really dark. That gift was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. I think the internet fucked up a lot of my life. Dishwasher and microwave safe. A stunning, footed cake plate with a camellia design.

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Microwave and dishwasher safe. Vases of Grand Scale.

Not only are they eye catching, but recipes cooked in these vessels are outstanding. Can also serve as a creative serving piece. Search deep within you to be the best you that you can be that is what recovery is about. Do what feels right and works for you. I neglected self-care for years in active addiction. Only showered about once a week and completely let myself go. Recovery has taught me that self-care is a must for my sobriety. I take care of myself and I treat myself.

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Grateful for aalbinhair revitalizing my hair and giving me a boost. Sometimes you need that extra little flair to lift you up and feel good about yourself. Stepping out to a holiday party tonight and brining along a bottle of my favorite juice. No is a complete sentence. Do what is right for you. Have a great sober Friday night loves!! What does your recovery look like? Always remember nothing lasts forever… until the next curve ball.