I was baking two pecan pies last night, waiting for my girlfriend to get home. At some point, I looked at the timer – 3 minutes remaining. During that three minute span, I grabbed my pipe and my weed bag…

An open letter to Mario:

Let’s lay all the cards out on the table, cool? You think you’re so much smarter than the rest of your family. That’s why you talk down to them like they’re animals, like they don’t…

You wanna talk about what a bad daddy I was? You didn’t see the nights I spent with my girls, teaching Cara her letters and numbers, letting them make a mess in the kitchen with me. You didn’t hear me…

I’m in pain tonight. I can’t describe it. I’ve been alone before, I’ve been betrayed and left behind so someone else could be “happy” but tonight I feel worthless, like I serve no purpose whatsoever. I got into a fight…