GratiphooeyIs it just me, or does time just speed through our existence like a New Yorker having somewhere to be? All I’ve heard this year from my…Nov 24, 2021Nov 24, 2021
FOR THE LOVE OF DDeath. Destruction. Dire. Dickbag. The letter D is not one to be discreet in being the beginning of many a devastating word. Divorce being…Nov 17, 2021Nov 17, 2021
For the Love of Lives — One for Sorrow, Two for JoyIn 3rd grade, as I stood in the lunch line getting ready to get my chocolate milk and what was hopefully pizza, a boy my height stood…Jun 10, 2020Jun 10, 2020
Frenemies of the StateYou and I didn’t initially start out in the same circle of friends. I was listening to NIN and Skinny Puppy and you were immersed in Jazz…Feb 6, 2019Feb 6, 2019
The Saint and The SinnerMarriage. In these moderns times, it doesn’t seem like much. A formality of some sort, or a way to stick it to the man. When you decided…Nov 16, 2018Nov 16, 2018
Mr. ScarcoreI wasn’t innocent at 19, but I also wasn’t seasoned. I was good at playing the game and being smart. I liked baiting and then having them…Sep 30, 2018Sep 30, 2018
