Stories
L.A. Woman at the
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel.
How We Went to Vegas and Won $8
If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man. You win some, lose some, it’s all the same to me. The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say.
A road trip through the desert
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings.
San Francisco adventures
From Ocean beach to the clam chowder at Fisherman’s wharf. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip.
What French Cinema taught me
Did you know Robert Mapplethorpe thought that ‘magic’ disappears from a photograph when you start talking about it? Sometimes I tend to agree with that.
The Boneyard
Decommissioned planes are brought to this boneyard in Tucson, Arizona because of dry climate and hard desert soil. It’s easier to preserve the machines in dry air, and their wheels easily roll
A Sort of Fairy Tale
A road trip from Nevada to Arizona and California. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
Why I Decided to Stay in Brooklyn
One day the landlord came to my Brooklyn home to do some small repairs. He was a senior black man with really nice manners, very calm and polite.