| This is the 485th story of Our Life Logs | Addiction isn’t picky. Trust me. You can come from family dinners and a good education and still fall into dependence. I sure as hell did. I was born in 1962 in Coshocton, Ohio. By the time I was about 10, we moved down to Cincinnati where I had a happy life, two loving parents with good … Continue reading In the Blink of a Bloodshot Eye
| This is the 434th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the 1980s in Lagos State, Nigeria with my three brothers. My father was an engineer and my mother, a teacher. They both were unrelentingly strict with us when it came to our studies. My father insisted on quality education for all his children and expected the best performance from us since he … Continue reading Where Do I Belong?