fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
Dad was walking home from work one day when he suddenly started crying. He got home and Mom asked what was the matter. He couldn’t get the images of Vietnam out of his head. “How can we keep our boys away from that?” he said. Their boys, my older brothers, were coming close to the…
While bounding down the corridor carrying a US mail container, I’m stopped by someone who asked me if I was picking up the mail. I explained pleasantly that no, I wasn’t. The person grew indignant and insisted that I do pick up the mail, and that she saw me do so the day before. I…
