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 »
Oh, my God! There is like a « one and only » social app. on android phones that is hotter than 1,000 cops in a drug raid. It’s called Kik. My 12 year old created herself an account on this site after downloading it on my mother’s phone. Two hours ago I discovered something very disturbing. Kik is for people between the ages of thirteen to eighteen, … Continuer de lire Kik, Your Ass!
My mom is one busy woman. Here she is bundled up and participating in the Mike Martinez campaign for Senator of the state of Texas, District 10, Democratic Party. Continuer de lire The Campaign Trail
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
Last year I wrote an article about who would be a good candidate to play Cojack. What happened? Well, I didn’t get a chance to submit it because it got mixed up with someone elses shit. So, I have decided to write about this subject, again because I really have been intrigued about who is going to be the new Cojack. Back in the day, … Continuer de lire Who Loves Ya, Baby?