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The worst night of my life. I was 19 years old. I had a great job working for an ambulance company while I went to EMT school. I lived at home with my mother in a suburb of Boston and if you didn't know me that well you...

 

     Everyone in my family knows that my brother is a pathological liar, so imagine our surprise when he turned up as the star witness in a murder trial.  Every since he was a little boy he would just lie...

 

My nationality is a mixture of folklore and reality. On my mother's side which will probably be a whole other story, I am Puerto Rican and Taraskin Indian. On my father's side, I am Puerto Rican and French. Growing up, I always had people stop me...

 

So, 11 days before I turn 30 years old,I experience a complete "Soul Shift", (I'll speak in non concluding terms) literally within a three hour time period.  It all started when I decided to figure out who I was, so I pulled up...

 

There she was justa walking down the street singing "do a diddy diddy dum diddy doo". On this particularly cold summers day in San Francisco,  I was on my way to reharsal for my comedy show " An Eveiniing of Sigh-Fi". I...

 

True stories about my grampa:

The teaser - When he was 94 or so years old we were sitting around Mom's house chatting about things and the subject of inherited traits comes up. I looked at grampa and said "gramps, I know one thing I...

 

 What the hell am I doing? I am an overweight (possibly obese) African American women "jogging" down the street. One would have thought I was the big bad wolf in the story "The Three Pigs". As hard as I was breathing, I...

 

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The technician did an ultrasound and delivered the shocking news that she could clearly see two distinct heartbeats. While the teenagers were reeling over this, the technician scanned back over Mom’s stomach...

 

 As I walk down the mean streets of San Francisco, I hear that all too familiar cry "spare change?".  Then I am thronged by  frail and many times needle bruised arms reaching out to me from dark corners and from...

 

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I have to share with you a local artist in the podcast arena and fiction that you absofuckingloutly need to check out... my man Seth Harwood has been lucky enough to take the stories he had faith in podcast...

 

 

At 7:30am., 02 October 2010, I rose from my bed wondering; how would the day end?

 

 

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As nice as the Obama is,

as handsome und sexy

und ever-thing else about

his talking with speeches,

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Dark Blue,
will you take me too,
steal me away like you did the rest?

Its peaceful here,
my fate I no longer fear,
but I am not happy,
with this peace I cannot share,
this burden im unable to bare.

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