Author Archives: Malachi the Drink Slinger

About Malachi the Drink Slinger

Finally transferring to that four year school in January, my goals made, my life set, the blinders dropped, my past signed and sealed, my future bright and airy, a writer, a thinker, a feeler, someone who is enthralled by beauty, an artist worth slightly more than two shits, a lover, a fighter, a person on the way to become the person I have always wanted to be....

Thanksgiving!


It is always a time to give thanks:  I am thankful for church, and the peace as I begin a journey back into my grounding faith and the reminder that God is there, I have hope in him, and that

Thanksgiving!


It is always a time to give thanks:  I am thankful for church, and the peace as I begin a journey back into my grounding faith and the reminder that God is there, I have hope in him, and that

I’m back, for good this time.


Hi everyone! It’s been a crazy semester, and I am sorry for abandoning my encouraging readers. I got lost in my own head, in my bad place, and I am pulling myself out, one day at a time. I got

I’m back, for good this time.


Hi everyone! It’s been a crazy semester, and I am sorry for abandoning my encouraging readers. I got lost in my own head, in my bad place, and I am pulling myself out, one day at a time. I got

WHY THE HELL


Did I not get my ass to a meeting sooner? I should have, I really should have. It was everything I needed. Ever been back in some safe comfort zone? Ever walk along alone for miles before finding a hug and

WHY THE HELL


Did I not get my ass to a meeting sooner? I should have, I really should have. It was everything I needed. Ever been back in some safe comfort zone? Ever walk along alone for miles before finding a hug and

Memory/The beach


I’m flipping and turning the half empty bottle of Mountain Dew in my right hand like it’s a liquor bottle at work or an empty flair bottle as I shuffle flashcards with my left, mumbling. Today hurts, the “blues” are

Memory/The beach


I’m flipping and turning the half empty bottle of Mountain Dew in my right hand like it’s a liquor bottle at work or an empty flair bottle as I shuffle flashcards with my left, mumbling. Today hurts, the “blues” are

What I did last Summer III: Sobriety (and the lack thereof)


I don’t know why I quit drinking….. And I know exactly why, and I don’t know why I could lie to you all much less myself. I finally started putting my life together, something coherent and cohesive I don’t think

What I did last Summer III: Sobriety (and the lack thereof)


I don’t know why I quit drinking….. And I know exactly why, and I don’t know why I could lie to you all much less myself. I finally started putting my life together, something coherent and cohesive I don’t think

What I did this summer, part II: Work


The Bar is making money, we are very busy and a big stream of new faces has turned into a solid base of regulars that love us, love me, love the Bar, it’s booze and food. A new take on

What I did this summer, part II: Work


The Bar is making money, we are very busy and a big stream of new faces has turned into a solid base of regulars that love us, love me, love the Bar, it’s booze and food. A new take on

What I did this summer, part I: Domicile


My license is now mine. Got a kicky green car, a nice little import sedan that makes me happy. I now pretty much live out of it so it’s filthy inside and out, but it’s my home on the go.

What I did this summer, part I: Domicile


My license is now mine. Got a kicky green car, a nice little import sedan that makes me happy. I now pretty much live out of it so it’s filthy inside and out, but it’s my home on the go.