brianwagner58

The marine layer gave way to the morning sun, now cascading down the alleyway with the city's petulance awakening the previous night's occupants.  He pulled the dew soaked refrigerator carton over his head to shield his eyes as the shifting morning light rudely brought him to an awakened state.  The stench of the alley dumpsters holding the previous day's restaurant fare was now being replaced by the smell of brewing coffee and freshly baked pastries.  He pushed the cardboard shelter away from him and supported his aching back by grabbing the handle of his grocery cart that served as a walker for his bent and aging frame, symbolizing the psyc

In 2010, I was prescribed a pharma drug that destroyed my life as I knew it.  I most likely had pre-existing liver disease at the time, and I was told by my doctor at Stanford i should not have been prescribed the medicine. As a result, i was diagnosed by doctors at UCSF with heart problems, a-fib, neuropathy, and with personality change and some memory problems, caused by both an overdose of the drug and withdrawals.  Since  my end stage liver disease diagnosis, my life became unraveled.  I am.recovering but I am different now. So I used some of my time to write and learn to paint.  You can see my results in the gallery section on devianta