Of all people Charles Barkley noticed I was the only kid sitting alone.
He sat right next to me—I was in disbelief. The single word I could muster was, “Zoinks.” Read More
Noon: Mom sauntered over, along the grassy knoll, toward me, soaked in her attention-seeking perfume. “You’re schvitzing.” We hugged. “What’s wrong?”
Funny how any time I initiated affection I’d get that question. “Don’t have the surgery…”
“Stick them up,” an older man, about fifty said pointing his pistol at me. I knew guns. Read More
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