The President

The president is angry, angrier than a mate-less gorilla. He walks into his office and steps in front of his mirror. He feels his chin to measure the growth of his desert beard. His chin feels like a dry wrinkled peanut shell. He gets even angrier.   “I want to smash something, Derrick,” the president

Language Class With Me

Language class is in session. Right now, let’s talk about similes.   Aren’t they beautiful, like germs on a model’s shiny lips? I mean, it is possible for a hideous thing to acquire a desirable quality. Michael Jackson’s Thriller music video scares even the bravest sexually transmitted disease symptoms out of me. However, MJ’s presence

Am I Selfish?

  I don’t like others telling me their problems. I’m the opposite of a bartender.   Am I selfish?   It depends, it depends if I want others to hear my problems only.   It also depends if the person’s problems are being narrated with the pace of a now old Morgan Freeman. Most importantly,