The deepness, the thickness of his voice reverberates in my memory. His eyes, forever imprinted to the sides of my mind. The way he twisted his mouth when laughing at the terrified looks that distorted the faces of those around us. The rope that dangled in the hands of the boy sitting behind me. These sights, the feelings that […]Read more "This is to you, Part II"
Or a drug lord. Or a pimp. Or a con artist. Or a trust fund kid. I’m not even a sugar baby. I’m actually just as broke as you are. [Hope I didn’t offend you by assuming that you’re broke since you’re a part of my audience.] And it’s not that any of those things […]Read more "I’m not a prostitute."
Nothing. Well nothing specific, that is. Living life on the fly, I get that question on the frequent. And as I get ready to leave Hawaii for Thailand in just under two weeks, the typical slew of questions start to come my way. ‘What happened to you?’ Uhhhh, life? ‘Will you ever settle down?’ I […]Read more "Watcha runnin’ from gurl?"