We lost a legend just a few short weeks ago. I, like many, shared my despair to see a master of machismo, a sultan of shade, a conqueror of tunes say farewell to a world that never truly deserved the beauty that he was. This is my brief, hilarious–in my humble opinion–dedication that sums up precisely how I felt about a man that was truly never a man at all… Continue reading
So I may be writing an incredibly violent sociopath… wait… why am I stating that as though it’s a new thing? Fairly certain I’ve written violent sociopaths before right? (counts on fingers) There was that one Jericho brother. There was Nico–and man was he a dick. There was the asshole that shot Maddox–which really only served to piss me off because WTF? However, there’s a major difference between those sociopaths and this one in particular–he’s the hero. Well…sort of the hero. Maybe hero adjacent? Er…or not. You decide.
No. We’re not doing that today. None of Nikki’s weird anecdotes or that freakish humming or those strange moments she has when she just bursts into a scene verbally before writing it down. Today is about me, my friends. Oh who am I, you ask? (sigh) I’m the reason why Nikki–also known as the source of why I’m not currently indulging in back scratching, ear biting, snarling haberdashery with my mate–has been a bit….on edge lately. She apparently had these preconceived notions about feline behavior and thought that she could occupy my attention with a few pats on the head and compliments about my beauty. Unfortunately, she was wrong. And do you know why she was wrong? Because I am demanding goddammit! I want what I want when I want it and when I don’t get it the roaring starts. Before you begin your judging–she’s informed me that a few of you regularly do that–allow me to state that I’ve spent the majority of my lifetime outrunning my demons and casting off new ones. Continue reading