Oh, my God. A glass of wine, a smile, and that knowing look. Like the clarity, one gets after the initial drag of that ooowee. I KNOW she knows she got a nigga.

A woman with an extraordinary oral fixation is a rarity, a blessing, a righteous investment.

Only a few days left (as my macabre mind sees it) until Halloween 2018. It is the most wonderful time of the year for a sociopathic pneuma like me.

Things happen for a reason. I believe that. For instance, I masturbated moments ago and now I’m searching for a reason…beyond the obvious.

Marijuana is fuel for a creative mind. Fuck this prohibition.

Writing to me is like hitting the herb. No problems, Mon. No worries.

I present a full proof method for discovering whether or not your being a writer, a natural wordsmith, is your gift or just your talent. Get high! If it is your gift, you'll know. Better you find this out first then the reading public.

I'm going to tell you a phenomenal anticlimactic story that will fuck you up. But first I must roll, lick, burn, blow...