Just Awaken Shaken…

I dropped my son off at school... Late. He's late, I'm about to be late. It's a Monday. Things are as relatively as bad as they could be for a non-life threatening scenario of first world problems. And for that reason I'm trying not to stress over something that in the big scheme of things,... Continue Reading →

Goblin’d

Part I Chapter 1 - Bedtime "Time for bed buddy boy." "No Daddy, I don't wanna go to bed!" Edward smiled at his son, "I know you don't Bud, but you have to go to sleep now so we can get up tomorrow and start a new adventure." "An adventure?!" The small boy's eyes lit... Continue Reading →

Street’s Disciple

When I was 15 I discovered the music of the rapper Nas and my life changed. I use to be a rapper myself... but that was a long time ago. Like, in high school. I wasn't a rapper for very long though, I mean relatively speaking, if we are looking at my life over the larger scope of time,... Continue Reading →

Like a Punch to the Face…

It's an embarrassing thing to admit, but when I was younger, I used to get picked on. Keep in mind that when I say "picked on" I don't mean I was being teased. No,  it was more like I was getting beat up on a regular schedule. I was being bullied. I know, I know... like I... Continue Reading →

Justice

We stood in an extremely long line that now lay behind me and seemed to trail off into forever. The line lead into a large open room with high ceilings similar to a gymnasium, or perhaps an airplane hangar, it is hard to say which. The air hung heavy with the smell of heat and... Continue Reading →

Innocence is Bliss…

I found a dead body once... When I was around 4 years old, I was jumping on a bed when my mother caught me in mid jump, sat me down on the edge of the bed and begin to put shoes on my feet. She told me we were going to see my grandfather, my father's father, and as... Continue Reading →

The Great Turtle Spirit

When I was growing up I was in love with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I loved the toys, I loved the cartoon, I loved the movies. So needless to say once I had a son, I wasted no time in reliving my childhood by brainwashing him into joining my twisted little turtle cult. Coincidentally,... Continue Reading →

My Father, the Artist

Young boys idolize their Fathers, and I am no an exception to this rule. As a matter of fact, I may very well be the epitome of it. My father is an artist, and by that I mean, he can draw. He can draw really well actually. I'm not sure if that explains, or is... Continue Reading →

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