Walking Shadow

I’m driving down a hill in Southern California. It’s a warm sunny day and as the sea-scented breeze caresses my face I see a black man standing on a street corner holding an assault rifle. And when I say a black man I don’t mean an African-American. I mean a void, a...

Drive By

I’m sitting in my room typing away on my laptop when suddenly I hear tires screeching outside my house. “I fucking hate niggers!” a male voice screams. “I fucking hate them!” I leap out of my chair and run to the window. My first thought is some black guy walking down...

Digging In the Dirt

I stumbled across an interesting blog called Becoming Jennie. It’s written by a young woman named Jennifer Ketchum who used to be an adult actress and is now trying to build a brand new life. When I read it I thought of Peter Gabriel’s classic song. Check the site...

Vive La France

It’s Saturday evening and my friend Lana and I are tooling around the Lower East Side looking for a place to eat. Since it’s eight o’clock on the busiest restaurant night of the week we know we have a snowball’s chance in hell getting a table anywhere soon. “How about...