14 YEARS AGO THIS MORNING

My cousin Tony is hollering at me to “wake up, we’re going to war”. I hopped right up off the couch ready to brawl. I was five months into my first divorce and was partying hard. Tony and I had been up for a couple days snorting speed and drinking beer and generally being perfect…

SUMMER OF RAMIREZ

1985 one hot mother of a summer Windows and doors left open Sweltering The heat driving everyone crazy City gripped with fear Sweating as one crazed beast While the Night Stalker was out hunting the streets ©workingclassproduction.com, 2015