I’ve never posted like this before. But I suppose I’ve never needed to. If you’ve read the title, you know what to expect, and you can move on if you’d like to avoid the topic. I’ll understand. Grief is a funny thing. Professor Farina taught...

There’s a small village out in Alabama called Saint’s Glen.Β  You won’t find it on any map, at least not since 1965. But you can still find the remnants of the town.Β  If you follow the river southwest of Thomasville, you’ll find it, somewhere in...

Dear Friend, This is not a confession. There is nothing to confess. I would have to feel guilty for that. Let me be clear; I do not feel the slightest bit of remorse for anything. What happened was not my doing. I just feel as though...

β€œGoddammit! Not again!” screamed Ricky after opening the much-anticipated email. β€œPinche pendejo!” he said even louder. β€œHijo de tu puta madre!” He picked up his expensive mouse and threw it against the wall. β€œBesa mi culo, puto!” He slammed his fists down, shattering the tricked out, top of...