Got some hitters on your tail? Need to shake 'em off? Better put on your fight suit: black shirt, combat boots, pregnancy pants!? Johnny Saucedo makes it work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ne1eQI9IyL0
The Sorority Meeting Has Been Cancelled
Sometimes you have to decide...do I want to join a sorority, or do I want to get in the drug game? Johnny makes the decision for Mimi. [Warning: Strong language] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ne1eQI9IyL0
NEW READING: After The Earth-Shattering Kaboom
Just in time for the holidays! My gift to you, my sweet darling blog follower. I LOVE YOU! My novel, I Blew Up Juarez, is still on track to be released end of February, which I am sure by title alone, you're ready to pick it up and peel through it! This presentation was done … Continue reading NEW READING: After The Earth-Shattering Kaboom
VIDEO: October Reading From I Blew Up Juarez (NSFW)
It's finals week at ye olde alma mater (see what I did there?). Remember finals? FINALS. Mind, body, and spirit just wigging out to appease the professor. Take a break, Sojourner of The Optimal Grade Point Average. I invite you to indulge in a bit of escapism. Enjoy my top 3 popular posts of the … Continue reading Finals Schminals!
Do I Care?
This week I commemorate two years of living in The Treehouse, and the metamorphosis from shadow artist to blissful writer. During the journey, I made time to answer questions long unaddressed, by reading, reflecting and journaling. Constant journaling. This particular journal entry is one of my favorites; for one, expression of style really emerged, as … Continue reading Do I Care?
Look Who Got A Haircut!
Resident M.H.D. Bobby hates my camera flash. Posted from WordPress for Android
Eviction Number Four
It’s quiet around here…again…
Police knock at the front door.
The lock is picked.
I scurry to the bathroom and press into the far left corner. If he opens fire, I’ll be out of range.
This will be Eviction Number Four, in the two years I’ve lived here.
The first eviction seemed legitimate. A couple, young, brash, drug-riddled, constantly assaulting each other. I didn’t report them but I’m sure old Miss Doris did. The second was weird. She was a God-fearing woman, who adorned her door knock with a small, wooden plaque, the word “Faith” carved in beautiful cursive. I never saw her, nor heard her. Just the one moment in time, walking up the stairs after running errands, seeing a large woman with sad eyes and quiet voice tell the landlord, “I thought she paid this time.” She was gone before the week was over.
The third was a disappointment. A…
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Eviction Number Four
Police knock at the front door. The lock is picked. “Sheriff's Office!” I scurry to the bathroom and press into the far left corner. If he opens fire, I'll be out of range. This will be Eviction Number Four, in the two years I've lived here. The first eviction seemed legitimate. A couple, young, brash, … Continue reading Eviction Number Four
Why I Moved To Florida
Bobby and I went to North Beach this morning, a beautiful, sunny, 80º F. We practiced sighting and stalking, and, feeling ambitious, Bobby climbed up a tree after a squirrel. This dog is amazeballs. Posted from WordPress for Android