My background, my past, and the present; everyone wonders why I have no future or they don’t care to wonder. Checkered Past… does it matter black or white, in living color; what I am is what I am and that is exactly what you don’t want ever.

Now you must understand that I do not write this article to place myself in the limelight by no means, but rather to give you a internal thought that I have to release.

A poem comparing my young, teenage life to chess. There’s many metaphors in there speaking about how youngsters sometimes want to grow up too fast.

An elderly lady is disturbed about a premonition.

Working for a senior retirement home was anything but dull.

About a game of checkers on the net and the chat up lines used by men.

Remembering the good times.

In memory of my grandfather, Vincent Dilluvio.