Odds Are Against Me: Dementia, Sobriety, and the Excuses I Made to Avoid a Friend

Just before midnight on New Year’s Eve, I heard that Gary had died from complications of early-onset dementia. Fireworks cracked through the night as the world welcomed 2025, but suddenly it all felt hollow. Gary Tyer was my friend. An artist and rock and roller through and through. He had a voice that could pull…

Really, It’s Not You, It’s Me…

This has been one of the strangest weeks I have ever had. Ironically, it all seemed to start at Liberty Tattoo on Friday night when I made the decision to have the word “chaos” tattooed on my leg (words of advice: be careful of the statements you declare on your body). By Saturday evening it…