Read Short Biography / Autobiography Stories
listed below in order of the date they were published, with new stories first.
The city was hard bit back then...beaten to a pulp but not yet dead...run down in all the riot prone places...
Back in those days of toil and turmoil in the rural south during the summer of 66 and the unspoken jim crow custom of condoning murder when the victim was colored.
...framed by the rippling waters...she straddled on flamboyant feet...first slipping before taking her stand...
Were we for real...or just pretending to look for action...?
During the summers of 1966 and 67 I hoped and strived for a toughening up as I pushed and bruised my body shedding sweat and spilling blood...
I know this will all sound stranger than weird. But it all started when I was walking home carrying nothing...no pain...no gain...no worries...
It was the last time I hitchhiked coast to coast...And I came within a close shaved whisker of ending up a stiff on a slab in a morgue.
...I had had enough of this mean decade dying with Dr. King.
...within a week of hiring me, he would fire me because I couldn't come near matching the productivity of the Chicanos who toiled like drones in a hive...
In a darkened room my brothers and I used to hold and shine flashlights under our chins, illuminate our faces, look in a mirror and frighten ourselves….
...down that lonely ribbon that was my black narrow highway chasing in turns dust devils, wild horses and a miner's stray burro in my quest...
I couldn't get the truck to stop in spite of stamping the brakes with both feet and wrestling the paralyzed steering column in a struggle to...
Three months shy of my sixteenth birthday I obtained the coveted drivers license. FREE AT LAST! True, I was still a bumbling virgin, but...
Keep in mind, in those days I knew more about Pluto, I'm talking the planet, than pedophilia, which was an unmentionable unimaginable...