It’s been very busy over here, what with the day to day and running my business, and then everything that I am doing with this RXDrugAddict site and my outreach to families. I’ve been working on either another book or another edition of my first book, I haven’t quite determined which yet, but have my editor, Robin Martin of Two Songbirds Press helping me figure it out.
You may have seen me featured in the Roseville Press Tribune on August 17, 2011.
You may have read an interview with me on OxyWatchdog.com.
If you read Defining Moments, you know about the 1967 Chevelle SS I had as a kid and the duplicate that I bought as a project for Brandon and myself when he was entering adolescence. When he was about 15, we went to Reno’s Hot August Nights and wandered through the aisles of hot rods dreaming of the day our car would be among them. After taking ours down to the bare skeleton and restoring every seal and wire—struggling through the process as Brandon went AWOL from the project during his addiction—we ended up with an unbelievably gorgeous car. This beautiful result couldn’t have been achieved with a coat of paint. It had to come completely apart before it could be rebuilt.
Brandon is 26, and this thing we have planned since he was 15 has finally happened. There is a strange parallel here—the car’s restoration and Brandon’s recovery. I swear I was so angry at Brandon at one point that I stood with a hammer over the Chevelle and considered destroying it because it had become a grim reminder of my son as a disappointment. In 2009 I entered the Chevelle into The Sacramento Auto Rama and Brandon was probably at his lowest point living day by day in San Diego. In the summer of 2009, my wife accompanied me to Hot August Nights and Brandon couldn’t attend. In 2010 Brandon got to see the Chevelle at the Sacramento Auto Rama but he missed Hot August Nights again because he had just started back using drugs.
In January of this year, I wrote to my book editor that “I hope and pray that one day these events will not remind me that my son and original partner in this project is a drug addict. Instead I hope he can join me sober and drug free to celebrate a project that started over 10 years ago. Maybe 2011 will be the year that I can walk amongst these beautiful Hot Rods and cruse the street to the cheers and applause of the gallery without my mind wondering off to ponder where my son is and is he clean and sober.”
This dream has come true. Check ‘emout!