Confessions of a Gargoyle

Inspired by a phone conversation overheard on the metro blue line going through Compton. The ring felt like a sledgehammer when it hit my face, shattering my life into a million irrelevant pieces. How did it come to this? I stood there staring into the dark void that is now my life, my feet rooted … Continue reading

Slut’O’Ween: If Only the Pagans Could See Us Now

Another Halloween come and gone and again I am left dazed and confused from too much beer, candy, and overexposed female anatomy. Maybe someone from an older generation can explain to me at which point in time America side-stepped the conventional Halloween celebrations in lieu of more, how should I say this, expressive ones. I … Continue reading