Spirit vs. Matter

Reminders of My Status: Positive
By: Patrick Michael

He chases his HIV meds with two bottle shots of whiskey and continues outside his camper to enjoy his last cig for the day.

It’s not that he wants to die, but the closer he gets to that bitter sweet end, the more alive he feels inside.

It’s only 10:30 am and this beautiful Sunday belongs to him and God, whoever he believes him to be this week.

At this moment God could be the hawk screaming battle cries every morning.

But today, he feels like his own God.

It’s probably the whiskey.