I had been sober for 3 months when I met Joel Bratton of Rhino 39 on the bus. This is the story of our first meeting.

Living in Bellflower sure has its stresses but nothing could have prepared me for my battle against a female version of The Meth Monster with borderline personality disorder.

First draft of an evening partially spent at Bellflower's premiere location to piss away money on hot naked women who will never fuck you and are always struggling to make that car payment. All strippers have 8 year old sons named Cody and are currently working on getting enrolled into college.

I wrote, boarded and bound this powerhouse short story. I believe I was in the 4th grade. Children's literature at its raunchiest.

If these poems were marketed and sold as erectile dysfunction pills I'd be a rich man with a kickstand!

I unearthed these latest poems from the nether regions of the internet.

38 Minutes.

Big Dave reads more of his stuff and has a thing or two to say to you "Anti-Christian" types. Atheist=Christian. Your intellect. Your belief system. It's what you want to believe.

Excerpt from an old short story.

Untitled.