Wait. What!? Nekkid Ophie? How? Where? I write this stuff. The characters I depict are mine. I’m supposed to be omnipotent for them. But I’m not. So annoying. Ophie, the woman I thought was near to a nun, fierce as Athena, and a paralegal, naked? OMG!!! True, it seems. Why?Continue Reading
It’s so wrong. Why won’t my magic thinking produce the desired result? I mean, I’m entitled to a harem of SHYTs, a personal and doting chef, like, the total Hugh Hefner life, right? And the downtrodden just need bougie jobs and all the trappings of bougie life, right? Things justContinue Reading
Charlie neglected the house. His presence was evident in the takeout boxes, snack wrappers, and empty Diet Pepsi bottles. At the eye of the storm of Neesha’s life is a love of artful interior design. Neesha needs a beautiful nest. She lives in Gilpin Court. Gilpin Court is awful. It’sContinue Reading
Ophie has a nest. Threatened, her instinct is to defend the nest. Ophie’s property lines around her nest are fungible. She sometimes draws her property lines around friends as well as kin. I made the mistake of starting a flame war on Facebook with a friend of hers thus discoveringContinue Reading
Inger and Ophie blame charlie. Charlie‘s crimes are first-world sins. Things would be easier if he would do something demonstrable like wear a MAGA hat at a BLM protest. They are not easier. Charlie is a couch slug. He gets space on this blog because Inger and Ophie won’t stopContinue Reading
I’m too nice. I believe in the basic goodness of man. What a good Christian man does is confess his sin and repent. Neesha . . . not so much. Neesha love is poison. She is evil. I tried visiting her at Chippenham Hospital’s Tucker Pavilion. It didn’t go well.Continue Reading
Inger heard that my Dad died. I’m used to being alone. Sympathy for the Living is harder for me than a full measure of salty, shady bitterness. Still, it’s nice that she’s making my extra bedroom the third domicile. It’s Sunday after church. I’m back in Richmond the weekend afterContinue Reading
Stolen Cadillac? Not really a story. Escalade with suitcases containing cocaine, cash, and clothes? Better. No pulse, just a finger on the back seat? Yes!Continue Reading
Deep South Hot The forecast is cloudy. It is the summer of 2017 in Mount Pleasant, SC. Jolana, her daughter, and her husband are at the KOA with my Pappa and his dog, Dexter. It is hot, deep South hot. This is hours before the solar eclipse began its traverseContinue Reading
Run! Felina Run! It’s what was in my head as she told me about the pendejo who had invited her to stay with him on a visit to Richmond. He was all that. He called himself Akim Kogan. Former addict, 6 years clean and sober !with tokens to prove it!,Continue Reading