This photo of me was taken in the early nineties. I was working for Martex making a hundred dollars a night putting up cases of towels on production while driving a Hyster forklift. Little did I know that my life would soon change drastically. My schizophrenia was lurking in the shadows getting ready to pounce.
I showed this photo to my father last night.
"You look just like your uncle Roger," Dad said. "That is a great picture of you."
That picture seems like another lifetime to me. It was a high water mark for my life. I had all the money, chicks and booze to possibly last a lifetime. Reality can be a harsh mistress, though, and it was a rude awakening when I started to have mental problems. My seemingly perfect life came crashing down around me. I spent the next decade tying in vain to keep things together in all aspects of my life.