The Mystery Of The Fat Person

 Haven’t eaten in days. I’m hungrier than four passed-out slaves.   I haven’t eaten in a while because a fat person bended over in my face.  This left me in a fat state of trauma. I think I need to tell a professional person about what I saw.   Sure, everyone knows what humans look

The African Ghetto Yard

In Africa, in the high density residential areas dubbed the “ghetto”, houses are stuffed next to each other, like an endless pile of cement sandwiches glued together.   People live so close to each other, every movement in house A can be heard in house B. Every body movement, every bowl movement, every bowel movement.

The Thoughts Of Roachy

I grew up in poverty, poverty was so tough my best friend was a cockroach. He was brown, so more like a coloured fellow in human terms. Our cultural diversity really balanced out our opinions on most of our brief but special meetings. If you are seen crouching to the level of the height of