a body near the lake…

4 07 2017




Somewhere in the 1970s

4 07 2017

power of h Weblog

I found these stories huddled under a blanket of dust. In the back of a cameon. (I don’t know what a cameon is. Just made it up.) They were shaking with fear. Don’t think they wanted to be found. They were written during a tumultuous time in my life. I had broken up with a long time live-in girl friend. These stories aren’t about her. But about the times after. The people I met. Lovers. Dopers. Thieves. Hookers. My aunt Eunice. Its exciting reading.

Somewhere in the 1970s.

View original post





Thelma Hide

4 07 2017




Thelma Hide

4 07 2017

Thelma Hide v2





‘Sad, he’s not even jealous’… ‘Well, he does have a gun pointed at us.’

4 07 2017




on the beach with Molly…

4 07 2017