Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spiritâ€¦probably not.
I’d like to take a moment to apologize to all two of my devoted readers on this site ‘” I’ve just recently moved and, because of my dim-wit roommate, still do not have internet. I know you’ve missed my developing genius, and I’ve got something that I think you’ll really
Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers. My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they