In September 2010 my life was over. My mom was getting married to Chuck and I was going to have to move away from the east side to the west. I’ve lived on the east side since I was born. It’s where my friends were. All because my mom had to go and fall in…
It was Saturday morning when my mother walked into the kitchen where I was finishing my bowl of cereal. She was about to start her Saturday morning ritual of going to the gym and grocery shopping. We talked as I walked her to the front door and hugged her goodbye. When I turned to go…
(This is, for now, the last of a 4 part series … I’ve left the door open for more, but don’t know when I will be able to write it). By the time Mary came to visit us, 6 weeks after I moved to California, I had become well established as a pimp … I…