Prose

American Dreams

Dec 8, 2010

Essays, Prose

books, inspiration, life, nonfiction, politics, war stories, writing

The night Tookie died I heard gunshots from all four corners of my neighborhood and shadowy hooded figures ran through the streets in packs like wolves.
Last Ride

Mar 21, 2010

Fiction, Prose

erotic, Fiction, horror, sarah

2:30 on Sunday morning, next to Sassy’s gentleman’s club, a drunk stripper ran out into the middle of A1A right in front of my cab.