I sit down, and feel very uncomfortable. Slouching back it is comfortable, and my body loosens. My head rolling to the side, I am at peace. It starts, in, and I am at bliss. This is so nice, why would it ever need to end. The clouds are parting and my mind races. I hand it off, “your turn, take it.” As it heads around and back to me, I am free again. This is …showed first 75 words of 913 total…

…showed last 75 words of 913 total…of things can be found. In Portland though I find that my voice is much different, perhaps because I am sober for more than two hours at a time. Spending my life in one place, then two years in another, really gave me an opportunity to judge voice. I am much more laid back in Alaska, and when I talk to my friends on the phone they notice immediately. I am missing my ‘Alaska’ voice.