A quick course correction, navigating the hurdles of identity change.
I don’t want to be the name on your next bleeding heart law. I refuse to stand idly by as your medusaec heads echo empty apologies. My well is dry and the buckets keep coming. The neon sign says closed but your blind eyes keep tugging. No law is finite, no job description complete, your […]
Where ever you go, there you are. Clean Slate lays to rest some of the myths surrounding identity changes. No glamorous relocations here, just the real world problems you would face if you really did change your identity and start over.
What’s in a name?
It was hard to write a post for today, since the word prompted memories I’d rather replace. It’s not enjoyable, in fact, it rather sucks; but the truth beacons to be free from the depths where it’s been hiding deep inside of me.
Life imitates art and life isn’t always pretty. I don’t get to take too much credit for creativity on this one; the beginning a terrible memory and the end an all too real possibility.
Years of running, one broken down door to the next. One thousand, five thousand, ten thousand dollars paid to end my life. Sometimes it was only a quarter ounce, a dime bag, a line. My life clearly not worth much, not to thee, or me, or even police Used as bait and tossed aside, with […]