Sugar sticks my lips, melts my mass to blubber,

Little boy, Little boy, Salute your flag,

I am but a bird, trying to flap its wings, Transfixed, complacent, never trying new things,

Everybody stared in shock and awe, frozen. Including Enrique. He was a bad dude sometimes. Hell, he’s probably on America’s Most Wanted List by now after clocking his manager in the face, with his fam...

Enrique ran down the riverbed to try and find the cane to no avail. Once he came back empty handed, he was now the one to face Mama Ritas wrath as she awkwardly sprinted down a nearby hill. “Jack! Oh ...

Author: Joe Basile Date: 7/7/2018