It begins with a very beautiful teenaged girl. I'm at the grocery store one day. She's walking straight towards me in the parking lot. Maybe it was how she filled out her sundress, maybe her impeccable taste in sundresses, or it could have been her smile too, so genuine and caring, aimed now right at … Continue reading Epstein

She and I are sitting in my living space that's undergoing a lot of construction. It's right before we peel each other's clothes off or maybe right after, I can't remember now. I'm fairly practiced in this scenario by now, the one in which a girl's actions and a girl's words don't quite line up. … Continue reading What’s the alternative?

Ever since I got sent home a few months back, I've been reinventing myself.  It's how I like referring to it, anyway, although I don't know exactly what that's supposed to look like definition-wise. It feels like reinvention when I'm writing more. Looking for ways to monetize this sumbitch site and hopefully and diametrically change … Continue reading Under re-construction