I woke up today at four knowing it was going to be the same old crap as the day before, and the day before that. I meditated, while still in bed, just to hold off on starting the day a little bit longer. Finally I pulled myself off the molded sheets and walked into the … Continue reading Journal Entry: Fred
A bit of news: from Casey
Hey kids, the name is Casey but call me Cas. I suppose it’s my turn tell you the news for the week, J-man and the boss are still away and back in Africa. The boss thought taking Penn and teller back home would be the least he could do after what he put them though. … Continue reading A bit of news: from Casey
The Toys
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
Thought of a Thinker 