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
Ain’t Nothing like a Dame
The door bursts open from the weight of Wayne’s body thrown against it. His hat goes flying ten feet away from where his head smacks into the concrete, and he lies there with his tuxedo scuffed at the knees, the collar torn, and the tie hanging limply over his shoulders. His cheekbones are swollen and … Continue reading Ain’t Nothing like a Dame
Thought of a Thinker 