Mavvith on Mierdsdale_Mining for Gold_Paul's game_Field Day
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Mavvith on Mierdsdale
WARNING: Mewww.onedoor.ccntions of suicide, sexual violence, and muder. My family’s home was right down the street from Mavvith Apartments. All we had to do was open up our spacious living room window that sat right behind our comfy, olive green couch and there you would get the perfect view of the monumental building. I always found myself sitting in our living room and looking out at Mavvith Apartments. In awe of it. Me, an eighteen year old Black boy, intrigued by an old apartment building that had been around since before my grandparents were born. It was crazy. But here I was again, getting home...
Mining for Gold
Brinnng!!The shrill ringing echoed across the fairway as Bill went into his back swing. He swung through and watched his drive go straight and true down the fairway. “Damn, that worked!” Bill said, walking back to the cart in his matching branded golf shirt and pants. Older than me by 10 years he had the easy athleticism of someone 20 years younger.“That helped more than this club.” He threw his custom made Calloway driver in his bag. “I told you, sometimes, you need a distraction to break a habit. Gives you something else to focus on.” I said. “Do you want me to try it with you?” Bill asked“...
Paul's game
Hidden behind a lamppost I spy Paul accosting two young women. I have been following him since dawn and this is already the tenth time. The pattern is always the same: he puts his hand on their shoulder, at first they look at him dismissively, some swat his hand away. Then he opens his notebook and reads aloud for five minutes. Gradually the women's faces light up, most of them have big smiles, the first one approached this morning even chuckled. When he closes his book, they give him an air kiss, some of them put a real smack on his cheek. This tenth time, it goes no differently. Two blondes,...
Field Day
Sheryl got out of the driver’s seat and stood in the parking lot, a bright yellow sports penny both clinging and hanging on her body like a static electric diaper. Her grey slacks and white collar framing the obnoxious jersey in business attire. Piper, her daughter, stood at her side, matching yellow penny grazing her bare kneecaps, cheek sucked between her teeth nervously. They had arrived at Field Day late, but they were there, pennies a-blazin.Sheryl scoped the field: ten thousand sneaker-wearing moms and fanny pack-wearing dads, colorful bandanas tied on heads, wrists, and necks, more o...