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Ode to the « First Lady of Rock and Princess of Funk »


    It was a beautiful autumn night in Santa Monica, California in 1982. I was in the second grade. School was over and it was almost 8:00 P.M. when we left one of the laundromats. Me, my mother, and three sisters left the laundromat and entered the Monte Carlo. Mom turned on the radio and I could hear one of the disc jockeys talking … Continuer de lire Ode to the « First Lady of Rock and Princess of Funk »

Father’s Day: Head Niggers In Charge (H.N.I.C.): Part 2


Usually, when my father chose to appear back in our lives when my mother kept allowing him back in (he finally stopped. When he did, she chased after him like a love sick teenager and it started all over, again), his only role of being the « man of the house »  was saying, « This is my mother fuckin house », and keeping the cable on ( he … Continuer de lire Father’s Day: Head Niggers In Charge (H.N.I.C.): Part 2