Chapter 18: The Bella Project
You ain’t got no money, you just ain’t no good Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back No... View Article
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You ain’t got no money, you just ain’t no good Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back No... View Article
It was an acoustic guitar Drinking Black Russians in a room full of cigarette smoke. I must have been 23... View Article
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody... View Article
“We reach down deep when forced to, and become what we need to be.” – Old Overture parable Writing on... View Article
Revulsion, then anger. She felt the redness. Her face burned. And then that churn from deep in her gut. He... View Article
Our personal stories are our source of power as creative professionals. I’ve drawn and told stories for as long as... View Article
Marcus, standing, still wet from the storm… “The Amazon is burning. The Amazon is gone. The oligarchs are taking over.... View Article
“You’re late.” It hits me like a like a boxer’s blow. I’m shaken now, and he hits me again: “I... View Article
“You promised us we’d win Unilever.” “That’s a child’s response. Grow the fuck up.” That’s how Brie’s Thursday started at... View Article
The smoke was thicker now. The fantasy continues… They were running down the stairs. Hitting the landings hard. Pivoting, attacking... View Article