Monthly Archives: February 2016

In our first text exchange you told me "I knew you wouldn’t be one of those assholes who wouldn’t write back." And in our last verbal exchange you called me an asshole time and time again. Between them I have … Continue reading →

You could have had me any way you wanted she said. All terms all conditions were yours to define. I was giving. I was caring. I was willing and able and I might add I was pretty which I can … Continue reading →

A boy an adventurer a beautiful warrior king travelled the land and he found a girl a little peasant that he saw something in and he looked down from his mount and asked for her hand or any other part … Continue reading →

The night after she took my virginity – willingly – she left for me on my front door a flower as a special gift for a special boy. I thought it was really sweet but I didn’t say anything because … Continue reading →

You have something to tell me I think something that you want to get off your chest. I suspect you want to present to me a change of conditions a difference of opinion an explanation of service changes. You’ve been … Continue reading →

If you seek to speak to me on the day of a show be well aware that I may not be at my best. I will be getting into the zone silently prepping, plotting planning out just what will happen … Continue reading →

Hey: change of plans. I know we agreed to get together this morning for coffee in Huntington at Cronut Palace an hour ago – shoot I didn’t realize the time – but I overslept and I’d like to reschedule. Oh! … Continue reading →

If we’re not talking anymore then there are some things I’d like to tell you things I really need to get off my chest. You never got my jokes. You didn’t tell me I was pretty enough. You could have … Continue reading →

You chose poorly. You chose unwell. You had better options: you could’ve been with the doctor a lawyer – Indian chiefs and indian chefs both sought your hand! You had all of the capitals offering you housing and jobs and … Continue reading →

You would hate it here in this industrial neighborhood with the screeching trucks screaming workers and whistling pipes. The fifth and insects resting in the kitchen copulating with no fear of reprisal and the neighbors bopping in at all hours … Continue reading →