Speaking My Truth

Jan 10th, 2018 Personal therealrondillon

Desperate for comfort which escapes me, I’m unable to sleep; too much on my mind. I toss and turn, first on my left-side then after some time, my right. Under the covers my Boston Terrier, Kelvin spoons my calves, his head at my knees. The comforter traps his body heat making the air under the blanket feel like a convection oven. I will never understand…

Believing is doing.

Oct 11th, 2017 Personal therealrondillon

My brain relaxed for the first time today. I smoked an hour ago. The house is quiet and everyone’s asleep. For the past several hours I’ve been in a groove, sitting at my desk, rewriting portions of my memoir. In the middle of my writing I felt like I was in a fog, and it wasn’t the smoke from my bong. I was shown a…

Ron Dillon has died.

Sep 28th, 2017 Personal therealrondillon

I sit in my chair, 7 miles above the Earth’s surface, flying through the troposphere at 557 miles per hour. All I can do is laugh. Because for my entire adult life, this is how I lived; high and fast. I lived this way because since childhood I’ve felt that I’d die at the age of 36. Even though I’m a guy, I believe I’ve…

hurricane harvey.

Aug 30th, 2017 Personal therealrondillon

Sitting at my feet my Boston Terrier, Kelvin is licking one of the spider bites I received while in standing in the floodwater. Even if I did everything on the “hurricane preparedness checklist” I still wouldn’t have been ready for Harvey. When my wife and I realized the incoming storm was going to be a hurricane we   started talking about a game plan. Our…

on the bus.

Mar 17th, 2017 Personal therealrondillon

As the bus makes its way down Paradise Road I place my head against the window. Even in December the desert Sun is warm. My eyes are closed and I begin to pretend the Sun’s rays that are massaging my cheeks are actually my parent’s hands. They’re telling me how proud they are.