My name is Reginald, round the way they call me Bubbles. I’m a drug addict. Celebrating my anniversary.
My people couldn’t make it here tonight. I left a trail of fire behind me. Time gonna make it right with them, I guess. Same thing get me right with myself.
Couple days ago, I took a walk down in Druid Hill Park, right when the sun was going down. You know how that time be like, with the sun throwing shadows and all. Got me thinking about when I was a young man, sitting in that park. You know, watching the girls, smoking a little herb, drinking a cold beer. You all know where this is going. I had this moment where, you know, I was wanting to feel that way again. I remembered what y’all said, if the urge was to come, call a group member up and talk. First thing I called Walon up, him being my sponsor and all, turns out he’s on a ride with his motorcycle club. So I pulled out that sheet that got passed out. Dialled a few numbers, couldn’t get an answer. I left a couple of messages, but nobody called me back. Well, anyway… I didn’t get high. See, I knew if I did I wouldn’t get that good feeling back that I was daydreaming on.
It got me thinking about a friend of mine. Boy named Sherrod. Been carrying his passing for a long while. Like that memory I had about those summer days in the park. Thinking on that make me smile. With Sherrod, it’s more of a hurt. But not as…not so bad like it was. Ain’t no shame in holding on to grief. As long as you make room for other things, too.
So thank you for listening. Thank you for letting me share.