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Good Morning Destroyer of Mens Souls is a work of memoir which is an act of - photo 1
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Good Morning, Destroyer of Mens Souls is a work of memoir, which is an act of memory rather than history. The events and experiences rendered here are all true as the author has recalled to the best of her ability. Some names, identifying characteristics, and circumstances have been changed in order the protect the privacy of certain individuals.

Copyright 2020 by Nina Renata Aron

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Crown, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

CROWN and the Crown colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

Grateful acknowledgment is made to Milkweed Editions for permission to reprint an excerpt of Wife from The Carrying by Ada Limn, published by Milkweed Editions, Minneapolis, in 2018. Copyright 2018 by Ada Limn. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions (milkweed.org).

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Names: Aron, Nina Renata, author.

Title: Good morning, destroyer of mens souls / Nina Renata Aron.

Description: First edition. | New York: Crown, [2020]

Identifiers: LCCN 2020003061 (print) | LCCN 2020003062 (ebook) | ISBN 9780525576679 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780525576693 (ebook)

Subjects: LCSH: Aron, Nina Renata. | Drug addictsUnited StatesBiography. | Drug addictsFamily relationshipsUnited States. | Man-woman relationships. | Codependency.

Classification: LCC HV5805.A76 A3 2020 (print) | LCC HV5805.A76 (ebook) | DDC 362.29/13092 [B]dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020003061

LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020003062

Ebook ISBN9780525576693

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chapter one On a Hunters Moon I burned his name The drummer in my band told - photo 3
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On a Hunters Moon, I burned his name. The drummer in my band told me to do it. We were sitting at the bar drinking well whiskeys and cans of beer. A Hunters Moon is powerful for intention setting, she said, winding her long, chemically straightened hair into an apple frittersized bun atop her head. She secured it not with an elastic but with a wrist flick and a twist of another piece of her hair, some sleight of hand Id always envied in the girls who could do it. It stayed in place perfectly. She pulled a few baby hairs out to fall in front of her ears, and they made small, wispy parentheses around her face. Fleetwood Mac was playing.

Write down what you want and burn it, she said, knocking back the last of her drink.

Women suggest these types of things to one another.

A Hunters Moon is powerful for intention setting. This was the kind of oblique advice I was getting a lot. I didnt know where to hook into it, how to listen better to make it feel real, like something I could act on. Still, I let it wash over me, this language I was trying to learn. My earnest, beautiful, California girlfriends, knowing I needed them, were doing their very best, circling with candles and crystals. I welcomed their warmth the way I imagined I was supposed to, with an open, wistful gaze, and slow, New Age nodding. Just that week, one had shown up with a bottle of ros and made the measured, straight-faced suggestion that I sage him from the premises. This will cleanse your space of him, she said, proffering a bound, faded bundle of expired flora and a lighter.

I was constantly cleansing him from my space. Every few days, for example, Id clean our bathroom, wiping with Lysol-drenched paper towels the delicate spray of dried blood that lay over most surfaces and reminded me of the splatter of colored dye on the outside of a jawbreaker, the first layer that makes a white paste in your mouth as you suck it away. Living with a junkie involves a lot of effluvia. Everywhere, there are oozes that must be wiped away. It seems theres simply more of it all: The sweat that goes immediately cold on the disregulated slab of his body. Piss that didnt make it into the toilet bowl. Theres blood and vomitvomit every dayand the rotten, volcanic secretions of abscesses. And when I come home from work and he lunges for me, kisses me, all babybaby and half on the nod, and we fuck dreamily, devotedly on the couch, theres spit, and theres come.

Sometimes in the trash can I find wadded-up paper towels or bits of toilet paper hes used to wipe the blood away himself, and sometimes blood-stained T-shirts or socks or floral dish towels, which stiffen as they dry as though rigor mortis has set in.

I didnt know how to tell my friends, those well-meaning rays of blond hope, that intention setting was already my life. Intention setting was the blistering fever that came over me when I couldnt reach him and I had to type fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you over four inches of an email boxmy version of a breathing exerciseuntil I could calm down and go back to my work. My drafts folder was full of these ten-point fuck you blocks, and hundreds of other half-written love letters and hate letters Id nearly lobbed his way, all intentions to reform or renounce him. Intention setting was what I was doing all those mornings I pulled the car over to cry with my head on the steering wheel, it was the cement resolve I felt harden in my gut when I saw how much money was missing from my bank account. It was the ominous thump of my own helplessness, the rhythm of my days and nights. What I needed was something for intention keeping. Do they make a tincture for that, I wanted to ask, some rose-petal elixir to heal me?

Later that night, I did as my drummer friend said. I stood above my kitchen sinkswaying slightly, rocking the bourbon baby of my bodyand burned a small strip of printer paper on which Id written KMSI AM LETTING GO OF YOU in junk-drawer ballpoint pen. Id considered I WANT TO LET GO OF YOUWrite down what you want, shed saidbut that seemed too aspirational, not present tense enough. No, I dont want to, I am.

The paper curled hot orange and tears welled in my eyes as the flame climbed slowly closer to my hand. I wanted it to be Satanic, the dark, measured wildness of casting a spell, untying and setting loose some force in the universe. It felt more like something out of a Taylor Swift video. A pathetic, overearnest micro-victory against obsessive love while my eyeliner ran. The tiny blaze appeared perfectly controlled. I let the ashes fall into the dirty cereal bowls, narrowing my eyes to summon the sense that this time would be consequential. I really mean it this time: the refrain of sick people the world over. The thing is, you do mean it each time. That night I certainly did. I swallowed the lump in my throat and thought, I am letting go, motherfucker. Starting right now.


The disease he has is addiction. Its in the headlines every day, killing more people than ever before, taking over the country. I look at graphs in the newspapers showing steep, almost vertical upticks in overdoses and deaths. I read all the storiesabout the cheap, pure Mexican heroin flooding the market, about school-age kids left to fend for themselves as their parents descend, then disappear, about small-town librarians carrying NARCAN to reverse the overdoses happening in their bathrooms, about the cops in a futile, all-out war to stem the tides of supply and skyrocketing demand. At work, I surreptitiously watch

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