#11shortstoriesofpainandglory

[slayerforbreakfast-blog]

wake and pray work all day I walk past the places that I used to lay now Im paying my way ... but my hopes are so much higher dont count me out Im a survivor I chase these dreams down city streets dead end roads that no one sees and Im proud to be a fighter #dropkickmurphys #11shortstoriesofpainandglory #payingmyway _____________ in 2003 gutted & strung along by disaster, strung out & strung up like a wet flag for addiction, I folded myself neatly into a box labeled junkie. I nodded out on the east coast & came to on the west coast with my parents diplomatically pressuring me to go to rehab. I admitted myself for nine days - enough to kick before a fresh habit. in july 2005 I wrestled myself on the streets; every waking moment shoplifting, selling stolen goods, buying drugs, using drugs, shoplifting again - crack heroin speed my constant companions between catnaps on cardboard in doorways under overpasses in squats. I loitered by porchlights with dreams of sleeping on closet floors in neglected backyards or cradling lonely rooftops. between july 2005 & july 2006 san francisco's finest took me in nine times - monthly really, the other months missing due to already being in custody. these just the first three years of a sharp dive into active addiction that crawled for another decade ... & then some. just 5 years ago with pending felony sales cases I didnt even know if I wanted to be clean. I got out december 21st 2014 with a probation officer & a reporting address & this quiet idea that if I did what other survivors of addiction did that maybe Id enoy a similar result: spending more time living in the world & less time dying in a cell. here I am 5 years later reflecting on last year, on crying tears on the top of my lungs with years clean as Dropkick Murphys holler Paying My Way - knowing these are the moments Im proud to be a fighter xox yeppers, that's Brixton napping thru his official first show - the set began at noon. #punksgoneparent #newparentingstandard #saintpatricksday #ourcandidlife #thehappynow #concertphotographer #workingmom #sobermom #sobrietyrocks #toddlermom #clnsbrpnx #cleanandsober #giftsofrecovery #soberaf #justfortoday #odaat #wedorecov (at House of Blues Boston) https://www.instagram.com/slayer_for_breakfast/p/BvIsQKKH-j3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=iizo369b6zrv

[stevegoddard1981]

#dropkickmurphys #11shortstoriesofpainandglory #Boston #punkrock #punk #letsgomurphys #vinyl #vinylrecords #vinyljunkie #vinyladdict #recordcollection

[rockalyrics]

Dropkick Murphys - 11 short stories of pain & glory

[forgotten-nomad]

If you don't have this album yet, I suggest you get it ASAP!! #dropkickmurphys #11shortstoriesofpainandglory #punx #punkrock #bostonpunkrock

[sisterofdemons]

#11ShortStoriesOfPainAndGlory #DropkickMurphys (presso Anitrella, Lazio, Italy)

[kifaya]

Started listening to #dropkickmurphys when i was 15, now i'm 30, so i've been listening to them for half of my life. #11shortstoriesofpainandglory (presso Prato, Italy)

[slayerforbreakfast-blog]

wake and pray work all day I walk past the places that I used to lay now Im paying my way ... but my hopes are so much higher dont count me out Im a survivor I chase these dreams down city streets dead end roads that no one sees and Im proud to be a fighter #dropkickmurphys #11shortstoriesofpainandglory #payingmyway _____________ in 2013, ten years after making a conscious decision to shoot heroin on a daily, I picked up a drug possession & sales case when I bore a couple grams of heroin into Ventura County jail. three weeks later, out on bail, I picked up drug possession, transportation & sales felonies. a decade earlier in 2003, gutted & strung along by disaster, strung out & strung up like a wet flag for addiction, I folded myself neatly into box labeled junkie. I nodded out on the east coast & came to on the west coast with my parents diplomatically pressuring me to go to rehab. I admitted myself for nine days - enough to kick before a fresh habit. a year later in july 2004 I wrestled myself on the streets; every waking moment shoplifting, selling stolen goods, buying drugs, using drugs, shoplifting again - crack heroin speed my constant companions between catnaps on cardboard in doorways under overpasses in squats. I loitered by porchlights with dreams of sleeping on closet floors in neglected backyards on lonely roofs. between july 2004 & july 2005 san francisco's finest took me in nine times - monthly really, the only months missing due to already being in custody. all this in only two years of addiction & I actively lived it for a decade beyond these years. just 5 years ago in 2013 I dragged those cases & my reckoning out to september 23rd 2014 & after serving my time on that first sales case they released me full of fear & void of life skills. I didnt even know if I wanted to be clean. I got out december 21st 2014 with a probation officer & a reporting address & this quiet idea that if I did what other people I admired & respected did - maybe Id spend more time living & less time dying. crying on the top of my lungs with 3 years clean as Mr. Barr @neverfal_ hollers Paying My Way back - these are the moments Ive fought for xox @dropkickmurphys