honea byrne

   Don't know what it is? Don't know what its was?     Therefore, it had               to be                God. ...and so he got his princess. Took her home. To start things right they were sure to go to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. A lot of people welcomed us. We were hand and hand walking through the door, of 24th Avenue. After we got past all the pervs, this guy with his lovely woman introduced their selves.  I've seen them many times before. Was skeptical.  We learned about the  "Couples In Recovery Workshop" before the regular 5:15 AA meeting started. Hour and a half later, Serene, the guy's lovely lady was sharing, "What if Lois would have given up on Bill? He'd show up to her after work drunk. She had to put him in the hospital for his drinking many times. He cheated on her. She even had a guy at her work tempting her to leave him..." As she continued to talk about Lois, wife of Bill W. (Bill W. is co-founder o

...I've done this trip so many times. 180 miles. Am I letting resentments run my life? I suppose I could turn around. In a way I did. Everyone has that story about that thing, event, or person who ruined them-the anger replacing the fear of not living a life worth living. This is the Haunted Highway and I'm going to the bottom to remember what being on top really is. -to remind myself of what being on top really is. Didn't intend on going this long. Yet the sign reads no UTurns-finish what you started. Join this beautiful thang called life. And uh have i done my best? Have I intended to do something-told myself I'll do it tomorrow? Was that slothful tomorrow was months, years ago? This is the Haunted Highway and I'm going to the bottom to remember what being on top really is. -to remind myself of what being on top really is. When I come back it'll be 360 miles. Will I have created a new

"I love you. I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you," while my memories of the passed couple days go through my mind. It's a funny feeling when you take your lover to a five star restaurant and the waiter and her are trading looks and saying 'Hello,' like they know each other. "I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you.I love you," damn she feels good. I grab her hair. Her sweat drips onto my lips. It's just my perception skewed by jealousy and insecurity. It's not real! "I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU." Why is she saying

Dear Honea, That's probably not even your real name. What's up with your name? Is it like honey? You keep on going on and on about a woman who did you wrong.  What about the men who treat us harshly? I've done some research on you. I see you also call yourself Holmes. I saw a few of your videos. You are delusional. Your videos suck. I bought one of your e-books on kindle. You are a terrible writer. Some advice for you. Quit whining. You'll never get in a relationship with a woman because they see you as weak. Sincerely, Carmelita

  "You can take care of our precious Carmelita. I can't believe that she tried to..." "It was a four wheel drive wreck." Carmelita's mother interrupted her grand mother.  On their way to an AA meeting he finally gets the gumption to ask her what happened. He was overcome with curiosity from the breakfast. What was your grandmother about to say when she was interrupted by your mother? Her demeaner totally changed. Her eyes got watery. Then my phone rang. She let out a huge sigh. I answered and he said, “Hey boy.” “Hello,” my tone was aggravated. How dare he interrupted my happiness. “You’re with her uh?” “Yep.” “How’s it going?” “Great.” He knew I wasn’t. “Oh yea?” “I’M FINE!” “Fuct up insecure neurotic and emotional.” Link to Aerosmith song “We’re on our way to a meeting. Talk to you later,” I hang up the phone. “I just missed you so much,” with that she held my hand tightly. It felt so good to hear that. She continu