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I can only scribble about myself and my time. Tell about growing up in a dive tavern in a bad neighborhood, Southeast Washington D.C., but little of the politics of that Marble City surrounding me. It is just… Read More ›
First Date Horror
When I was eighteen, I met a very attractive twenty-six year old, blonde, single mother of a 6 year old girl. I quickly asked her to go out to dinner and a movie for our first date. I got… Read More ›
The Delivered Letter
My Uncle was a bigwig in the Post Office and he would get me and my friends, part-time, eighty-nine day job appointments. The hourly wage was great for summers between college courses, or laying around till something more permanent… Read More ›
When I was in my twenties, broke and looking to make some money, I took a job selling cars. Back then, everything you heard about degenerate car salesmen was absolutely true. No internet, or survey’s from the corporate car… Read More ›
Madam Tillie ….The Fortune-Teller
Madam Tillie was a palm reader, fortune-teller on Silver Hill Road. In our youth, my friend Joe and I were sure it was a whore house and the rumors seemed to confirm it. We were eighteen and it was legal for… Read More ›
My Pops, The Boxer.
My Father was Irish and married a full blooded Italian woman . After he left his boxing career he became a bodyguard to a Washington D.C. Italian, disorganized crime leader. One night in bars near the Marine Barracks on 8th… Read More ›
The New, Old Hippy, Elderly Democrats’ Revenge.
So annoying is that Life Alert ad where the lady screams; “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” Personally, just showing the woman rotting on the floor, and her femur bone being gnawed by her pet dog Fluffy, who… Read More ›
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