Ode to a Max
I remember the day I first met you In the mountains full of rain and thick fog You stayed still and so quiet, until we reached home that night Then…
Vaya con Dios, Max E. Million
Dad here; I apologize for the lack of response for your overwhelming offering of condolences, but it's been a somewhat of a blur. Since the beginning of Charlie's story, I…
Max is gone.
I don't have it in me to be witty or creative right now, so I'll cut to the chase: Max is gone. Earlier tonight, I thought it odd that he…
Dateline: somewhere along zee border
A full moon casts a long shadow, that of a lone figure with an impressive set of ears, as he stealthily makes his way towards the mighty Rio Grande. His…
I get by with a little help from my friends
Some days the words flow as effortlessly as quicksilver, other days it's like my thoughts are trudging through a pool of cold molasses, this is one of those latter days.…
International Women’s Day
Yo, Charlee! What's up, Bultaco? I understand zees ees a special day for you! Well, Bull, when your earliest memory is of the inside of a filthy crate, any day…
