I’m half crazy, slightly socially retarded, and prone to mildly violent outbursts, but I come by it honestly. We barreled down I-294 heading for home from the far Southwest Side of Chicago. It was late, it was dark, very dark, we were held in winters grip. My kid brother slept…

No Harm in a Little Moral Turpitude Some people say forgive and forget, ah well, I don’t know. I say forget and just accept it, then just get the hell out of town. It’s quick, it passes you by in a flash this thing called life, always too quick, sometimes…

The Cubans. It was the Cubans, they were the most dangerous, the ones you had to steer clear of. They weren’t just any Cubans though. The Marielito’s they called them. …

‘Don’t Feed the Pigeons’ Sometimes you find the of meaning of life in a place where life means so little. Some of my best learned lessons were taught by the worst kind of people. Most evenings, Gene Lewis and I rounded the long perimeter of the dusty desert prison yard…

Everybody is in search of something. Some people know what we are looking for. Others, have a vague idea. Many, have no fucking idea at all, never have never will. For some it’s, material wealth, others search for love and acceptance, I suppose we all do to some degree, while…

Each of us has a road we must walk down in our lives. For many, the road is straight and predictable, others come to a fork in the road, and they must choose the path they will take for whatever reasons they have at that time. None have the same…

I don’t know how I will get through this. I know only that somehow, someway, I will get through this. I have been here before and here by the grace of God go I. A survivor for certain, though just barely. …

‘An Ode to Jim ‘Jimbo’ Dooley’ Jim ‘Jimbo’ Dooley was honored and remembered today. He was 51 years young. So, we woke early, got dressed this sunny March Saturday morning only a few weeks before the St. Patrick’s Day holiday, the Chicago Irish holy day and made our way to St Margaret Mary on Chicago’s Northside…

I used to sweep the floor at night while the big black kid, Red, I think his name was, mopped up behind me. It was always chaos as all the guys banged on their cell doors in fits of rage screaming profanities at one and other for no real reason…