Detroit junkie

They discovered remnants of meth in their brains even after 10 days of exposure. Extracting Meth from Pee But what have we learned from this study, apart from the fact that fish can become junkies? And how do the drugs get into the water in the first place? The answer to the second question is kind of gross. Meth gets into water through the pee and poop of human drug users. When a meth addict uses the toilet, the drugs in their system pass into the sewage.

From the treatment plants, the drug-infused water runs into natural waterways, where it starts affecting wildlife. Horky explains that fish with drug addiction could start hanging around water treatment discharges to get their next fix. Who has time to mate or find food when the shakes kick in, after all? Everything from Advil to Prozac ends up in the same place. For example, UK researchers have found shrimp with traces of cocaine in their systems.

Fulmer's narrative has changed in the season because of his usage as a reliever. His fastball velocity now averages Opponents own a. I really am. I'm just trying to do anything I can to help.

Just going to keep doing my best to pitch effectively and efficiently. Whatever helps the team. On Saturday, Hinch went to Fulmer with the score tied at , the bases loaded and one out in the fifth inning against the Minnesota Twins at Comerica Park.

Fulmer started to get loose as the bullpen phone rang. Pitching coach Chris Fetter — in the dugout alongside Hinch — was on the other end. Once in the game, Fulmer needed just six pitches to get two outs and end the threat. Miguel Sano popped out to second base on a first-pitch slider, and Ben Rortvedt flied out to right on a slider on the fifth pitch of the at-bat. Al Avila bears most of the blame.

The offense provided five runs in the seventh inning as the Tigers finished with a victory. Him being able to lengthen the game was just as key as the first couple of outs he got.

The game is different if he doesn't get the first couple of outs, but I don't know how we get to the finish line with as much as our bullpen has been used if he doesn't bridge that gap.

In Wednesday's win over the Boston Red Sox at Fenway Park, Fulmer entered with one out and two on in the bottom of the 10th inning, just over 24 hours after he had started against the Sox and failed to get out of the first inning.

The black tulip is light in my hand. I hardly notice it. There will be an unremembered moment when I've put it down. But for now, I am enthralled in its beauty, helpless in its unhappiness.

Thursday, March 16, consort. I'm consorting with nature's princes. I court deception to please my soul. I hear his pulse inviting me to swim. The intensity of the compositions surprised me.

I have three entries. I'll start with this one. It's the lightest of the three. No filter. Monday, February 20, Afterlife. I staged a brief period of success repositioning Reel Art Detroit and enjoyed several large commissions for abstract paintings. That was And the End. It became clear last Spring I was not going to return to pre income levels.

Saddled with an uncomfortable debt load, partly due to launching RAD only to have the industry removed a mere 8 months later, I decided to stop deluding myself and call it. By early December, it was over.

The business was closed and the debt removed. The Universe gave me the opportunity to tear the veil off another fantasy. A boy who truly loves me, was once my lover, but never will be again. I'd been hanging on to that one for a while, too. It turns out was the Great Housecleaning. Reality can be rather harsh. Although everything that was stripped away was negative, it still created a profound sense of loss.

I'm leveling off enough now to notice the vacancy. The Universe abhors a vacuum, so I'm waiting to see what fills in. While I wait, I did some actual housecleaning and stumbled across all the evidence of my "other" career. For a fabulous 17 year run, I worked with Interior Designers.

Faux treatments, murals, hand-painted embellishments. Whatever they needed. I made a pile of money. I bought a house, went to Europe a couple times, started an IRA. It's over. There isn't much call for faux these days and when there is, housepainters learned how to do it and siphoned off my business. I'm teaching, writing, some front end tech work. I've been making and selling a few paintings. These 2 pieces aren't the greatest, but they are cathartic.

Using archival materials from jobs long gone, collaged then obliterated, I'm putting the final nail in that coffin. Feels very strange to experience so much blank space. What to do with it?