I count my blessings every fucking day for whatever it was in my god damn brain that clicked. That something went off and I quit trying to take myself out. That I put all of the shit I was slowely kiling myself with down.
My brain shifted. I realized I was a useless piece of shit and if I wanted to be successful in my art, I had better shape the fuck up. And desire was gone. Granted the DT’s made me think differently as the poison leached it’s way out of my system; but that’s a story for a second book.
Which brings me to the first. The one that’s currently being published through Amazon/Kindle. It should be available sometime today, (says them). As soon as I know, you’ll know, there will be links all over the place.
The first one is a small interlude to my manic drug and alcohol abuse. The flirtation before the fall.
Here’s it’s description on Amazon and my website:
“This isn’t a book about rehab. This isn’t a book about recovery. This is a book about using. The use of drugs and alcohol and all the manner of shit that goes along with it. The people, places and things. It’s about how all the above is fun, until the fun stops. Which it does. It crashes and burns like all things of that nature do. This is a collection of short stories of before the initial match was lit, lighting the pyre loaded up of all the skeletons that came tumbling out of Kate’s closet. Superficial bullshit with some redeeming qualities. The fallout is to be written later. This is just the precursor. The events she lived through in her first years in New York City. The city of dreams and also despair. So sit tight, Bubba, the shows about to begin. “
-Hi, Have You Met Me?
Noting is sugar coated and nothing is necessarily pretty, it’s realistic.
And it’s cheap! I’d give it away, just to get it in your hands, but Amazon is making me put a price on it, so it’s available for $1.99. Pretty much the price of a decent public transit app on your smart phone…
But I didn’t write this for money.
All of the proceeds will go to
Greenhope Services for Women Inc.Which is an affordable in and outpatient services provider, largely for poor women involved with the criminal justice system. Offering parole programs, crisis housing and alternatives to incarceration residential services to women only. Medicaid, insurance and payment assistance.
448 East 119th Street
New York, NY 10035
(212) 369-5100
To check them out online, donate/volunteer, etc. http://www.greenhope.org/index.shtml
As an ex-addict and product of the legal system I can fully back this program. While I was caught up in the revolving door that the Kent County Jail, I learned how to cheat the system and got schooled on narcotics. Fuck booze, check this shit out… My time spent wasn’t helpful in a correctional sort of way, but more corruption. I had a new set of vices to explore.
And I did…
Anyway. Check out the website. Hopefully you won’t have a problem with your cash going to Amazon and people who need it. So you’re doing good by somebody by reading the intro to my horror story.
It’s funny that it’s today, my 18th month anniversary that this thing comes out. I can honestly say it was utter coincidence and just how it all fell into place. I realized it as I was uploading the document.
11/11/13 - No shit. And lucky 13. Fitting.
And people say things don’t happen for a reason; fuck you.
As soon as it’s fully loaded and up and ready, I’ll throw up a link on all of my sites.
Thank you all so very much from the bottom of my misshapen heart for all of your love an support. Without you; I am nothing.
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