Some shit just takes a little longer to tell… some stories need a bit more detail, but details are also, at times, the enemy of flow.  Anyway- these stories took me more letters and adjectives and sentences to write than some of the others.  But if you want the good shit, check out my book.  And if you wanna wet your thirst till it arrives at your front step, sip on this…



PART 1 Once upon a time I was a homeless runaway sixteen-year-old kid and my boot-camp-boarding-school sweetheart was turning tricks on the streets of Providence. Her name was Flower, and this is her story, one of them. We'll start with the time she blew up a truck, by accident. It all started one day when my backpack was way too heavy.  It was full of thick books of poetry I had stolen from the Brown University Bookstore on Thayer Street in Providence Rhode Island, the street we were sleeping on when I was sixteen and she, seventeen. She looked at me after deciding to go [...]

December 19th, 2015|


FLOWER'S STORY, PART II THE MOST COVETED ESCORT IN RHODE ISLAND It had been weeks since I'd seen Flower. I was living with Lucy, the ivy-league chick that went to Brown University that thought I was turning nineteen when in fact I was turning seventeen-- that story is here--- so I was living a double life full of lies.  I couldn't even keep up with all of em. There was half my day that I spent at Brown University with Lucy going to college plays and frat parties, even attending class and eating in the school cafeteria with other Ivy [...]

November 5th, 2015|

UNEDITED: i woke up and this big black dude’s foot was in my face.

aright so here’s the story of how i woke up and this big black dude’s foot was in my face.  and like i said, this shit is utterly unedited and full of run-on sentences so if u can't handle that this'll be a tough read. anway they gave me this two day visitation back home to see my family at this bootcamp i had been locked up at for two years and when i got home my mom looked at me and said she called who? Flower, and she handed me this note. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, but [...]

November 2nd, 2015|