It’s A Wash

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A kiss is just a kiss

"You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss..." Do you remember your first kiss? I do. I was about 12, and it happened under the stairs in middle school. It was very awkward and involved braces, bumping eye glasses and noses. First Kiss. French Kiss Kiss of Death. Kiss Goodbye.

Jamaican Flute

A fine mist of drizzle dampens my forehead and brow. My locks are activated by the humidity and I can feel them rising up in protest. I breathe in the sweet wet air, blended with exhaust from cars entering and exiting the parking lot. Stepping up onto the curb, I find my favorite spot under … Continue reading Jamaican Flute →

Exit Plan

Living in the moment is a very lovely sentiment. There's a lot to be said for being present. However, it never hurts to plan ahead. A bit of strategic thinking is often a wise idea. Otherwise, it can easily happen that you wind up facing retirement at warp speed, without an exit plan. Visions of … Continue reading Exit Plan →

Trader Joe’s Gigolo

Ever since he could remember, women had fawned over him. He was a real head turner, and he knew it. The ladies loved him, and he loved them back. Again, and again. And, again. Years passed. He fancied himself a player for life. Love 'em, and leave 'em was his motto. Even if it meant … Continue reading Trader Joe’s Gigolo →

Lost in Translation

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Flat Stanley

When she described him as a “Flat Stanley”, she referred to him as a cardboard cutout kind of a guy. Two dimensional, and quite predictable. Basically an unequivocal bore. Which, actually does fit within the Urban Dictionary definition. Flat Stanley - One who lacks size in the boob/butt region, and therefore appears paper-thin from a side … Continue reading Flat Stanley →

From Romania with Love

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Dirty Mattress

Christmas 2015. Another holiday season in full swing. This year I found myself alone in LA on a shoestring budget. A recent catastrophic breakup had left me in a bad way, both emotionally & financially. Operating on autopilot, I felt I had hit an all time low. A last minute call to cater a private … Continue reading Dirty Mattress →