I swear I don’t miss her. I don’t. I don’t think about her. Her memories have but peeled off the walls of my mind. I haven’t thought about her in the longest time. I don’t wonder what happened to …
Lust smells. But when lust blends with desperation, it stinks like a hyena’s carcass. Here is how bad it smells. Once in a while my boy Kwame and I will end up at Sailors bar in Hurligham for a …
