Sunlight streaks through the holes in the walls and ceiling, it glints off the beautiful works of art that are the cabs. The massive boat-like cruse vehicles with winged tail lights sit at the front of the pack. Behind them are the locomotive styled, low slung old-man cabs that make you want to sit low … Continue reading The Toys
The Mutts
The tall silhouette of an old factory building looms over the bay, remnants of on old drug compound. It once housed the Dandy Mordecai, notorious for his blood lust and hatred for anyone not of higher lineage. The building itself hangs on the thread of usefulness, it's still riddled with the bullet holes of the … Continue reading The Mutts
The Dead
The afternoon sun blinds Marty after a night of bingeing; his tattered pants hang loosely around his hips. Clara walks sleepily behind him and wraps her arms around his middle and helps him fasten his belt as he polishes off the dregs of something strong in his cup. The parking lot out side of the … Continue reading The Dead
The Order
There he was, Kurtis “The Original” Robinson, the head of the black bullets for the past ten years, member since birth. His white hat sitting neatly on the head of a gorgeous black beauty lying on the coffee table presenting herself to him. A blond between his legs bobs up and down with rigor as … Continue reading The Order
The Club
“welcome to the nastiest, skankiest, shit hole this side of the dead man river. The hoes in here are wet with sweat, rough with gruff, and ready to go steady, ya dig hombre.” Samuel the doorman says in his wheezy voice, his long mane of hair as dark as his skin shines in the red … Continue reading The Club
The Boss
“I can believe you plugged him Marty, what would your mum say” the man with the pointed hat calls out, he sits in the back of a pearl white Cadillac. The only light from the back seat is the ruby on the tip of his cigar, with every puff his round features can be seen. … Continue reading The Boss
Mugged
Matthew's face hits the window with enough force to bust his lip, but the window doesn’t burst. He lands on all fours, panting and bleeding, the mugger grabs a firm hold onto a chunk of Matthews hair and sends a fist into his already bleeding face. He falls to the floor like he had been … Continue reading Mugged
Smoky the Horse
I have a friend named Hanna, I've known her since kindergarten. And since then she had a stuffed horse named smoky, she's twenty-three now. Don't get me wrong there isn't anything wrong with having a stuffed animal, but taking it to the movies with you because you know its going to be scary, that’s a … Continue reading Smoky the Horse
A Short on Time
I have an uncle who is obsessed with wrist watches. He has a good twenty now but at one point he had over fifty different time-pieces. He knows where each watch is made, where to get every component that could go faulty, the name of each color on every watch (think man's-man crayola) he even … Continue reading A Short on Time
90’s kids
I remember back in the 90's there was a huge Truck Fad. I mean both that the trucks were enormous and that the fad itself got a bit out of hand. Its funny though, because if you see anyone in a big truck now you still think 'Truck Fad". Sorry for the late post, had … Continue reading 90’s kids
Thought of a Thinker 