9/26 The Psycho and the Tree

The constant: The slow crunch of grass broke Jeffery's concentration. A step was the culprit. It came slowly, inevitable, so sure of itself. Jeffery never looked back. He knew this day would come. "Jeffery Dahmer? L.A. County Police. Hands in the air and get on the ground." He did so. "Don't I get to know... Continue Reading →

9/25 Fuckin’ Mormons…

The Constant: The slow crunch of grass broke Jeffery's concentration. A step was the culprit. It came slowly, inevitable, so sure of itself. Jeffery didn't look back. He knew this day would come. "Excuse me, sir. Can I have a moment of your time to talk to you about the miracle of Jesus Christ, our... Continue Reading →

9/24 “He’ll be ready for you.”

The constant: The slow crunch of grass broke Jeffery's concentration. A step was the culprit. It came slowly, inevitable, so sure of itself. Jeffery didn't look back. He knew this day would come. "Jeff..." said a heavy, light voice. Two more steps followed. Until the voice was right behind him. A pair of arms reached... Continue Reading →

Annie’s Last Hope

The constant: The slow crunch of grass broke Jeffery’s concentration. A step was the culprit. It came slowly, inevitable, so sure of itself. Jeffery didn’t look back. He knew this day would come. The variables: 9/25 – The sound of the six-shooter followed the threat. Jeffery glanced looked at the man who had his life... Continue Reading →

An insight

Despite this blog allowing anonymous posting, I remain vulnerable as the fellow writers on this blog are friends that are the most cherished and will read this. I don't talk much about my mental health. I do not have the courage to tell social media, Facebook friends, that I'm on downward slope. If I do,... Continue Reading →

A theme of life

It's rather unfortunate... my love life that is. It's unfortunate that I fall for assholes, shitty men and people whom are considered my best friends. There's one of those but not all in the same category. I lie to myself saying, "no, I don't love them. We're just friends. I'm friend zoned forever." Or maybe... Continue Reading →

A little seasoning of racism

I'm never too sure if I should write about my experiences with racism. It's one of those "taboo" issues, well not really but for some it is as they like to think "racism doesn't exist." I lived for short time, below the Mason-Dixon line in Washington, D.C./Virginia. Or should I distinguish like everyone from Virginia... Continue Reading →

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