The Great Spittlebug Infestation of Oh-Eight was both a blessing and a curse for the spider colony at Silky Meadows. The same all-you-can-eat froghopper sandwiches that had fattened their little bellies had also emaciated their little hearts and souls. There was no more drive in their spirit, no more killer …
I rubbed one out the other day; a genie, that is, from an old oil lamp I bought at a garage sale in Pacoima for two dollars and fifty cents. I didn’t know it was a magic lamp when I made the purchase, or that is one of those down-economy …
If I told you my name you’d call me Rafa; if I told you who I was, you’d call me crazy. But that’s okay. I have a hard time believing it myself sometimes－that I was that man that was featured in that news story about that crazy incident that happened …
It doesn’t always have to be out in the open. Sometimes I can just sense it. If a person calls me a “beaner” or a “wetback” to my face, it takes the guesswork out of it, but there are times when a racist doesn’t have to be an outright racist—I can just sense it; …
