Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
She must have been a man in her past life. Chronicles of The Black Files: A Slither of Truth Officer Julie Turbo’s husband was a real little dude who’s belt wrapped around his waist twice. He had to have stood 4′ 9″. His wife, a tall lanky woman who bosses and pushed Norman around like
(A blurred camera lens focuses on Ned the wino staggering towards the middle of the street clutching his favorite bottle of Thunderbird which is held tightly against his chest, and wrapped inside a brown paper bag. Ned’s eyes are squinted, blinded by the helicopters light as he looks up into the sky. The scene is pathetic and
When that scary, dramatic dark and cloudy overcast that threatens rain can be seen from a distance. The out of order sign placed on the elevator door. That creepy walk up a lonely flight of steps with a half drunk girlfriend who falls and breaks a nail. Just when the sun hides behind a mysterious clouds which
From Kings & Queens to cooks that clean. She makes it, then bakes it, nursing and raising little one’s to capture a dream. Yes we can. That’s the plan. We can even run faster than the gingerbread man. My Life’s Journey – I know how you want it to beYou want the story to be
Real talk for real people. When a grown man lives at home and has little to no motivation to help out. Samson Styles: To Sisters Raising A Man Child Samson Styles: To Sisters Raising A Man Child Harlem, Heaven is at the foot of Mother…
Girlfriend brought a whole new meaning to “We Sick” to the doctors office. When she sneezed it was I who caught the cold. Needless to say, I was left standing, freezing in the North Dakota wind holding the ole carrot from a memory of what could have been. As a child, I didn’t understand. Now I
It was suppose to be about two mature people having lunch while understanding and respecting their current situation. But they later find themselves knee deep in some awkward and epic shit. My Office Boo How ordering breakfast led to tipping the bartender after downing tequila shots and devouring hot wings during Happy Hour at
“Excuse me Sir. Please drop the candy bar and slowly back away from the small child”. Gluttonous Maximus: Who Ate My Chili? So you’re gonna let me vent right? Check this out. I can’t mention his name but maybe by chance you’ll figure it out but for now we’ll just call him “Tiny”. To tell
You’re only as positive as the people you reach and teach. Life boils down to the “Choices” we make along with those we fail to take. Cuzo’s Gambit: A Southern Playlist As the seeds of his actions come to harvest, Brutha falls asleep with headphones in ear, listening to a select playlist of trap music while
This is fo the bitch azz muthaphucka that had the audacity to call the next nicca askin questions about a Brutha and their girl. Questions like. What you be callin fo? Why you be textin her, though? What’s goin on wit you and my girl? Listen up lil bitch, I’m only gonna say it once. Anytime you
His picture captured her attention but it was his words that obtained her arousal. Lady stood in the background deep within the shadows of the room finally mustering enough courage to let him know that the boom-boom effect exists. The Boom-Boom Effect On the 1st night she greeted him at the door wearing a wife
At the tender age of four she was molested, raped and held captive for four days. During that time her stepfather taught her how to ride the pony and showed her rodeo tricks while balancing her on his third leg. He taught her how to hold her breath and how to breathe through her nose.
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 