Poor people in the streets all around me. Begging for change, not asking for money. Change on greater scales. So they can educate themselves, digest some food and pay for bills. Uncomfortable truth. People living like broken convertibles. No roof....

Countdown starts from three...I kid you not. See? A trigger-happy firing squad,this is it for real. We’re caught.Make way for the tears, because without spilling them for years there’s a lot.Just stare into my eyes forcing me to do...

If variety is the spice of life, my sobriety isequivalent to rolling seven on a cubic dice. Standing tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighs. Goodbyes are poor receptions in...