
How do you know when you’ve hit rock bottom?
Today while I was picking up the pieces that is the current state of my life, I began to question whether or not I have ever in my existence actually hit “rock bottom”- this vague and absolute lowest state of personal-experience. These thoughts came to me as I handed the bank teller my 10th consecutive unemployment check along with a personal check from my grandparents for $50– a handout which I accepted without remorse and had the words “For Food” written in my grandmothers handwriting on the memo line. ‘How did it get this bad?’, I wondered.
While choking down the remnants of a pre-christmas, half finished & room temperature silver bullet I started to look at my finances. Christmas fucked me.
If anyone reading this was raised Irish-Catholic you unfortunately know that guilt lingers deep within your core long after you’ve abandoned most of the basic moral guidelines the church instilled in you over the years. Yes, while you can wash away the easy ones like lying, stealing, and adulterous behavior, guilt is not so easily ignored like the others are by committing acts of instant self-gratification. You can’t cheat guilt.
I deal with my fuck ups by over-compensating where I can. Christmas is one of those times where in lieu of a church confessional, counseling, or standard human conversation with the people I feel guilt for (or with), I make amends by swiping my slice of the American dream at the register and move on without a second thought. And while even though I can’t afford the shit I buy and I possess this knowledge at the time of purchase, I deal with the repercussions of such decisions when they come.
After 3 weeks of a steady negative balance in my checking account I realized today, that time has come.
I decided to Google “rock bottom” to see what it looked like. What does the internet tell me that “rock bottom” actually is? Is being broke and speeding down the express road to a failed personal relationship a one way ticket to this place? It sure felt like I hit it three years ago as my last long term relationship failed in an ironic and ugly similar previous situation with financial ruin as the backdrop.
The Googling turned up the following disturbing image:

The portrait of rock bottom. This image was taken from a New York Times online teaser for “Rock Bottom: Gay Men & Meth”, a 2007 documentary about, well, gay men using crystal meth. Curious (no homo), I opened the article and read a little bit about this epidemic.
And… well… There really isn’t any reason to get into the graphic nature of what exactly this “scene” is all about, but let me tell you after reading the abstract, a little holiday debt didn’t seem anywhere near to what rock bottom is to some dudes out there. Holy shit.
So here I sit, fattened on holiday meats and cheeses from family parties and I realize; shit man.. life isn’t so bad, yet. And yeah, rock bottom may be sitting on the edge of it’s van, lurking and watching me. Maybe rock bottom will even attempt to lure me in with promises of video games and comic books, only to have me awakened, surrounded by crystal meth addicts, a raw asshole, and sulking goatee’d Texas football fans. But until that day comes (episode #71 of the S.H.I.T. Show), I’ll stand-fast knowing that I don’t have it as bad as some and I should stop feeling sorry for myself. To paraphrase Artie Lange; Waaahhh I don’t have a basic understanding of personal finance and spent too much money on Christmas gifts and now I’m depressed because I have no money for booze – Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!