VICTOR SEWELL - ALEX SEWELL - AND THEIR DAD

My Son Alex is celebrating his nineteenth birthday in 1998 with his brother Victor and I. As a single parent most of their childhood, we enjoy a special closeness that is as wonderful as it is unusual. Victor is more business and production inclined and Alex is more artistic and creative. Victor has a terrific creative side. Alex is playing a recording of an original guitar composition and helping me with this webpage right now. 

We are real lucky to have the program of NA in our lives. It has been very confusing. One of the main things that has come up in the last fifteen years is my finally getting help with sleep apnea. I don't fall asleep in meetings as often. Apnea comes on you while you are asleep and takes your breathe away. You walk around exhausted and are somewhat puzzled that you sleep a lot but never feel rested. Wake up with headaches. My Sons Victor and Alex mounted a campaign to get me to a doctor and a friend in the program helped me get a cpap machine. It has been nearly six months of the first rem sleep I've had in years.

Another thing is my computer is really working better. I was able to upgrade last year to a bigger hard drive but now bought a new machine for the ten gig to slip into. So, 266 Mhz, 13.2 gig and 64 Megs ram and I am doing better than ever. I have also gotten good at maintaining the system. Better than I was anyway. Defraging is good. I get paid for computer consulting.

Victor and Alex have both gotten GEDs and will enter local community colleges very soon. It is behind schedule for most people, but they both seem to have an idea about the importance of school and why they are doing it, so that has to be good. A real blessing. Mama took some fun pictures of them when they were younger.

I crashed out of college between LSD and a motorcycle wreck. It was hard to understand set theory in math class. A lady hit me on the way to class one day. I saw it coming but there was no where to dodge to. She lost control and her car was swerving forward broadside at forty miles an hour. Mr. Weaver taught me to write a theme and my two and half years at Georgia State will have to do for me. - Bo