2006
11.28

I don’t think it had anything to do with the situation other then that I was standing there. Yet, there I was sitting at the telephone table in the staff office going over my weekly points when this bitch looks at me and tells me “you ain’t gangstuh” and after dealing with a whole day off it – a week before making Level 3, being able to go home to my make shift imaginary family every weekend, leave the house for three hours, being able to breath – I decide to walk away from the screaming black girl, named Countess, who’s mother was dead, who was from Hempstead… I got up with the thought of freely smoking cigarettes and walked away with my pudding cup.

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2006
11.25

There’s something about the holidays that brings out the absolute worst in people. So considering my almighty position of being not only a TDE writer, but also a retail sales person, I want everyone to be extra nice this year.

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2006
11.21

I’ve seen preggers people, I’ve seen newborns, and other variations of toddler and baby. But probably because there is no overlapping in the generation gaps in my family, I’ve never seen someone through all the stages of pregnancy, into birth, and then actual baby. The process of life has always been a biology chart or an equation where somehow the variable was a lost birth control pill.

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