Just random crap than runs through my head I have decided to let out.

Poem.

My friend tells me she has to go strip…

Stripper and way of living.

The first poem in the 30 poems in 30 days fund raiser for the local Center for New American.

Trying to re-capture a lost love.

I wrote this for a stripper friend of mine. She was having problems with romance, so I thought this might cheer her up. I hope it cheers you up as well.

Poetry/conversation.

A sequel to my first article, Strange ways to Die.

A stranger’s first visit to a club of questionable morality.