She was beautiful. She was like a sip of cool water on a hot day. I first ran into her on the beach. Romantic, huh? Damn right it was. Her name was Maria. I flashed my killer smile, we talked for a while, and then she was mine. We made love in the sand, right […]
I come from the projects and I ain’t no pussy. In fact, I’d just as soon slit your throat as look at ya. They have me now. I was stupid enough to get caught after that gas station robbery. What’s the big fucking deal? We got only forty bucks. The cops came a-shootin’. My man […]
On a cold December morning in 1890 with snow on the ground, three hundred and fifty unarmed Lakota Indians (120 men and 230 women and children) were massacred at Wounded Knee Creek by soldiers of the 7th Cavalry—Custer’s old outfit. The Congressional Medal of Honor was awarded to twenty-three men of the Seventh. This is […]
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
I’m so in love. She is so fine. I don’t give a damn what anyone says. She’s my girl. She’ll always be my girl. I met her in church. I was on my knees praying for forgiveness. She sat down next to me. Her smile … her eyes … set me free. My soul was […]
He was dead when I got there. Dead as a doornail, deader than a dead fish, deader than Kelsey’s nuts, dead as … well, I think you’ve figured out the message I’m trying to convey here. The son-of-a-bitch was fuckin’ dead! The door of the hotel room was ajar, so I had entered without knocking. […]
Andrew Joyce 