It was another night with the band. We were four single guys, and we played almost every night. There were many unforgettable nights with these guys, but today’s story is one of my favorites.Â
My ol’ Bass player Calvin wanted to go meet some ladies. “Dude, I’m tired of jamming. Lets go find some girls,†he said. (more…)
What A Tramp, What A Tramp, What A Very Fine Tramp: Tale of the Urban Rebounder
My companion sliced a sauce-free hunk of steak and devoured it matter of factly from across the booth, maintaining eye contact. He chewed with purpose, as if to say “watch it, you’re next”. In a moment we sat facing a plate smeared with blood red potatoes and massacred broccoli. (more…)
