Dr. Daddy & Abby Darling’s Advice Blog

Hey Friends and Fans,

I am getting taped for a pilot piece for a radio advice column called Dr. Daddy and Abby Darling.  I am including a description below, but it is basically advice with a twist for those who live on the edge.

There will be a limousine taking Dr. Daddy and myself to an exclusive house boat location here in the SF Bay while we do the pirate radio taping, have a photographer etc. to help us out with our blog and promo stuff, but there is one thing missing.

We desperately need a few letters seeking advice.  We are trying to get 8-10 letters to read over on the air and give our own brand of cynical sagely wisdom.  If you have any curious questions or crave a bit of crass but caring advice then please either email me back, facebook me, or post your question on our blog anonymously and we would greatly appreciate it.  Links for the blog and more info below.

I look forward to hearing from you soon & feel free to circulate this message far and wide.

Scintillatingly yours,

Abby Darling

when life shifts into a myriad

                                   of abstact moments,

               so that even a simple breath is labored by the hope

                              that continues to allude us,

             seek out the beauty that is there, to bind our beating hearts

                   and let our spirits soar beyond the memories

                                that dampen our wings.

                                                                   just a thought,dd

 

 10/26/11

10/28/10 by Abby Darling

 

Hangover killing me

Like an axe

trying to split

One log into two

I guess those would be

the hemispheres of my brain

 

Too many days

Of mad travel and work

Wining and dining

And postures close

To sixty-nining

 

Now walking to the café

For a meal and hydration

To try and nurse the pain

 

There is nothing to eat

Or drink

at my apartment

 

The cupboards are bare

But the drawer

is now filled with cash

 

Outside the air is warm

With a light breeze

That is soothing

As I walk

 

It seems like the day

Will bring me some calming

Here for a bit

 

But then my dog shits

in the parking lot

and squeaks mercilessly

as I order from the counter

 

I use the restroom

To make sure

That no doggy poo

Has gotten on my hands

And when I look down

Into the toilet

There is a love letter

torn up

and clogging the drain

 

I sit outside with my dog

For some peace and serenity

But some local yokel

“makes friends” with my dog

And sits herself down

Next to us

To complain about

the local housing market

and all I want to do is puke

If for no other reason

than to scare her away

 

She invites her friends over

To chat and make friends

With my dog too

And a man feeds my dog a milk bone

But my dog spits it out

Good girl Moki, gooooood girl

 

They all finally leave

And I am left

In solitude

Alone

With nothing but

The smooth jazz in the background

And the cool day and my food

 

A small, soft, white pollen puff ball

Floats down and lands in my eggs

Finally, tranquility at last