16 11 2011
“I bet somebody makes a lot of money writing Mad Libs,” she said, brushing her rolled cigarette against her lips before taking a drag. “They’re probably fucking rolling in it.” “I got these in the dollar bin,” I said. “I was just walking by and I saw them there and suddenly I wasn’t in San […]
family, mad libs, san francisco
22 04 2009
He checked himself at all angles, and when he was happy with his look said to his uncle, “Yo, I’m exullerated. I mean, wait, did I say that right?”
bad english, code of the streets, family, lost and found, tongue twister
21 04 2009
In, “Drown”, Junot Diaz’s compilation of short stories, we are invited to explore a streets-eye view of Latino-American melting pot culture. Diaz writes of life as a boy in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, and of coming of age in the suburban wastes of New Jersey.
code of the streets, dealing, family, hardcore, illegals, weed
14 03 2009
“Four days before dontcha know she’d cut herself,” my cousin paused through the phone. I could hear the phone scratching on something, his face, shoulder, while he was knocking at something with his free hands. “You know. Slashed her wrist.”
“Oh yeah,” was all I could think to say.
“Yeah. I mean, that’s the only reason I married her.”
“I thought your son introduced you.”
absurdist, family, fuck ups, women