Certain Facebook friends gave me a callout that I've GOT to answer. Here goes. "The Pen I Won't Throw Away" There's this pen that I achingly cherish Within the traps of my possession Guarded like a jack near his sire With such formidable, taut protection It's as if a spirit dwells inside Providing an intricate flow to my hand Propagating tact of its nature As I reveal the utter of its command Is it a seanced mentation from Tupac Shakur…
...Old man Curry's look of disgust was followed up by a one-fingered salute, rotated and aimed at each of us in our small circle, which was followed by, "All y'all stankin son-a-ma-bitches can kissssss my GOTTdamn ass." Mr. Curry then took a long swig of his Natty Daddy---and to be politically correct, it wasn't a can of Natty Daddy at all that he was drinking. It was actually a can of Natural Ice, his favorite beer of choice; he just…
Why or how did I get hooked on hanging out under the tree in my cousin Big Saul's yard? To this day, I couldn't pinpoint one single, particular reason for you. But I could tell you this: years ago, while in high school, way before I went to prison or even thought about breaking the law, it was under the shade of one of the many trees in Saul's yard where I'd parked my black '77 Chevy Caprice Classic and…
Hello, Dear Reader. If you've gone through the minor hassle of logging onto this site, then it's my mission---yes, my doggone mission---to make sure your eyes and lust for humor keep on coming back for more. And, first off, let's get this out of the way, let's set the record straight. No need of me blowing smoke up anybody's ass. This blog is specifically purposed twofold. Yes, I do plan to keep you entertained weekly with a post I'll upload…