A Hot Dog Bite.

On August 26th a good Brother of mine was hit by vehicle while he was on his scoot.He is still undergoing surgeries. Good folks came from all around to help him and his family.Thank you.

Witty poem about a hot dog that keeps getting bigger.

A day in the life of a New York City hotdog dealer.

Ever stop and consider the life of a hot dog vendor? They may have more than you and I.

In USA, July is festive month for joyous American people. This poem is dedicated to all American people.

All about all the foods I don’t like.

Rejuvenation in effect.

How do others see us?

The most disgusting food ever.