An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation


When I grow up I want to be Redman.

January 3, 2002

What Should Have Happened

Two lovers diagonally knocking knees, his gorilla hand in my hair gripping. Empty glasses posted on both sides of the bed, condensation the color of Jim with lime inching moments closer to the spine of a paperback picked up on a layover in Cincinnati, that…


Pulp: We Love Life


Meanwhile in Nowhere

How to Charm Me

In response to my morning sweat-knotted fro sticking in perpendicular branches out from my forehead, remark, “Cute!”

How to Annoy Me

Wash your car with a squeegee and two paper towels at Chevron. I thought I was white trash.