A LIFE OF FRIDAY NIGHTS
Formerly impoverished, lower middle class black youth.
That was us. A bunch of inbetweeners. Aggressive adolescents raised by retired street niggas and crack dealers from the 80’s. 1,814 more words
I can finally tell this story years later now because he is out of sight out of mind.
I knew this guy because he was friends with my sister. 551 more words
The Natural, Unfeigned Amateur Luminary
There are many times in my life that could be described this way: my sister even tells me that it seems everything embarrassing that is possible happens to me sometimes. 359 more words
3 months, 3 weeks
Because this was one piece so close to me, and they finally published it. Yes, it is a Teen magazine, and an online publication, but I DONT CARE! 231 more words
9 months, 1 week
Thoughts from the spare room
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In my house there are eight words painted on the wall above the bathroom mirror; ‘We are fighting a losing battle against time.’ It has always been there. 961 more words
11 months, 3 weeks