Listen up (some) ladies, enough is enough. — I’m observant. I’ve seen the memes read the comments, slick talk, sideways statements, and so-called standards some of you have made and set — as is your right and freedom, don’t get me wrong here. But then in bio after bio in dating profiles, I wasted my time briefly browsing…

I’m not supposed to be writing this. — Honestly, I can’t believe I’m writing this — or anything for that matter — right now. …

A eulogy/open letter to my childhood friend who passed away on March 25th, 2021. — It’s been known I could write half decent at an early age due to school essays I wrote, turned in and teachers praised. I was one of three asked to write and read graduation speeches every student in fifth grade wrote, for the fifth-grade ceremony. I won’t lie, I killed…

And also, by default, what it’s not. — Over two years ago, I was approached about putting together a collection of my writing with what I can only now assume is a defunct, deceased, or otherwise missing-in-action writer I knew from here who had just begun to try their hand at starting their own print press and would…

Enough is enough and people should demand better. — I had to block Google as a merchant from my CashApp card for constantly trying to charge me obscure amounts ranging from 38 cents to $43, for services I’m not even aware they’re trying to charge me for, because I don’t use them, and therefore definitely don’t need them. This…

But give me a bit longer, believe it or not — I might just win. — I didn’t grow up poor, we just didn’t have the shit I saw on commercials and yearned for, knowing it was out of our reach financially. …

My diploma was living to tell about it. — One of the reasons I started writing, was because I’ve always believed my upbringing and early life, were unique and interesting if nothing else. In my twenties, I thought it was the stories I had lived through and acquired throughout my short life that I had to offer the writing…

I’ll try to keep this as least sad as possible, while still saying what I need to. — I don’t even have a lucid conscious memory of ordering it but very soon after my best friend of over two decades passed away tragically and suddenly from an overdose on March 25th, 2021, I ordered a 12 by 16-inch canvas photo of the last picture we ever took together…