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The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses

I remember the first time I heard someone say that there weren’t enough hours in the day. It was my friend Terry, a normal teenager like the rest of us, but with a lot more money, the hottest girl in high school, and the largest drug business in town. 226 more words


Working Life

It has been a strange few weeks.  I was laid off from my full-time job on March 29th.  The lay off was completely unexpected as the company was expecting new business soon and my department already had more work than our six-person team could handle.  417 more words

Me by Charles Bukowski | Poem No. 18 (NPM2017)


by Charles Bukowski

women don’t know how to love

she told me.

you know how to love

but women just want to


I know this because I’m a… 129 more words


The Best Band You've (Probably) Never Heard Of !!! (Part III)

(Read Part 1: Here ) Or (Check Out Part 2: Here )

Rock and roll is vital music. If it isn’t vital and immediate it is making a false claim. 601 more words


Growing up has turned me bitter

When I was younger, I used to watch these dramas – those cliché ones where there’s always a sadistic male protagonist who magically becomes soft once he meets the female protagonist, and his whole attitude just changes. 278 more words


Jennifer Roush.. The Jazz Trumpeteer

The Jazz Trumpeteer

Cheeks of pink, eyes of blue

I loved the jazz trumpeteer.

A gentleman; always in tune.

Never drained spit on a peer. 186 more words


My Book Picks.

I love hearing different opinions on a book. I think that’s what is so fascinating about them, you can interpret a book however your imagination wants you to. 501 more words