Chapter Two August 30th, 2026 My papa was rarely proud, maybe explaining him picking a shotgun over ham to eat for Easter dinner when I was 12. One time I know he was happened on a Saturday morning aged 9. During "Scooby-Doo" I switched to "The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Show" on ABC to CBS, telling him all Hanna Barbara toons, even "Superfriends" (the comic adaptation was DOPE, and "Challenge" season with the Legion of Doom I can't hate on) garbage and from now on I would o

Chapter One August 29th, 2026 About two months back after a decade plus of senseless, endless cannonades of stacked screens with "Wild'n Out", "Ridiculousness", and whatever freak-show TLC - plastic surgery mutant hookups, unintentional potty-mouths, or two-ton teens was showing answered my prayer off a survey two years ago. New cable, service plus provider. Saying it again, my debt to society is paid, living caged with non-streaming platform TV, with the creepiness of p

August 24th, 2026 At my Aunt Onetia's funeral was this in-law off her granddaughter Maley, the other grandma, and tenant of a cardboard box in the woods. Rough as a cob like they used to say, but she rocked a black patent leather minidress with a matching velvety trench and complimentary leather boots. Hair the same shade as the ensemble, with makeup somewhere on the spectrum between punk and country. Probably she'd dig '80's "cow-punk" I'd play for her were we not both

January 9th, 2026 Welcome back! We lost a homie at Northpoint this week, and shamefully I'm lost for a name. They were found beyond help at home apparently after not showing up for work. First stationed in Dorm 2 daily satisfying the archetype of a movie prison matron, hair piled on her head in a bun-topped PhD (Pentecostal Hair-do), ubiquitously snarling, yelling, and kvetching, this person excelled at spreading soreness. A stretch back she abandoned cop life, moving to