Crip gang member sporting his colors

Ridin’ Dirty — The Crips Carjacking Story. Part 1

I've made reference to this event in previous posts, (Staring at Death and My Time with a Prostitute), so here it is in two parts. For those who don't know me, I was once young and dumb (as opposed to the current old and dumb version), which led me to make a questionable decision back …

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Lyft passenger stares at death. Man contemplates his mortality after receiving bad news.

Staring at Death — A Tale of Two Passengers

The young guy was fired up. Not at me. But at Arabs. He was Hispanic American and he let me know in no uncertain terms that he hated Arab Uber drivers. He lives in an apartment complex, and, apparently, they have canceled on him a few times when they couldn't find his apartment and he couldn't …

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Fungible Love, 1986 — Flash Fiction

You took my hand, and we slipped away from Karen’s party like we’d known each other forever. Later, I scribbled down my number, then a lingering, predawn kiss at your front door. All week I lived on memories. Brown, pliable curves and wine-dark nipples stiffening under the brush of my fingertips. My phone sat stubbornly …

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Car Swimming — Flash Fiction

“Thanks,” he croaks. His unnatural gyrations are freaking me out. I ease the car into traffic. He babbles about hiding from the police. I’m brimming with a host of different emotions. His right elbow bangs sharply against the passenger window. “Stop thrashing around.” “Sorry,” he mumbles. But he can’t stop, limbs flailing with the frantic …

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I’m Sorry. Did you Say Anal Warts?

Spoiler alert.  This post is about to get nasty. Delicate souls should stop reading now because no good will come of it. Trust me, you won't be enlightened, just horrified. Now you Schizer fans, well, pull up a chair and make yourselves comfy. *For those of you using the interwebz for investigative purposes and not familiar with what …

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It’s a Sad Day if You’re Coming to Dr. Sean for Counseling and Career Advice

I don't know what it is about me that makes strangers seek my advice when they get into my car when I'm driving rideshare. Maybe it's my sage appearance or the wise tone in my voice. Or maybe it's because they are already used to asking unqualified strangers for crucial relationship, legal, and medical advice over the …

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