Legend of Luck: Part One


>Be 13 yr old boy. >Glasses thick like glass bottles. >Hair like your momma used a bowl for reference. >Do what boys do, run around the neighborhood on a bike. >Go up the block, to Miss Rudy’s house. >Spy in like curious little boys do, not knowing what you’re gonna see. >Shock. >Miss Rudy was…

Pampered Morning


Most mornings, it’s coffee, get dressed, brush hair, brush teeth, straighten the collar and head to work in a small, red ’04 Accord. But today wasn’t most mornings. Today was off-day. So waking up, I look to the clock and a smirk of satisfaction spread across my face seeing that I had slept all the…