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Last night I didn't sleep well and it's starting to show this morning; I've already had four cups of coffee in the last two hours. My girlfriend was up late last night arguing with her baby daddy about not receiving child support in two months and about him not spending time with his son on... Continue Reading →
Tesia Feely wasn't always a big girl. Over the years of being in a verbally abusive relationship she seem to allow herself to binge eat when stressed out over bullshit. "This working out in the gym after work is not working for me for Sharon." "I feel like everybody in there is staring at me;... Continue Reading →
Sometimes you have to know when to walk away with a clean slate. Love hurts like a fresh scar, but over time wounds do heal. See when you throw bullets by hand without using a gun, the damages are repairable. No one sees your dream when they are still dreaming, you can't believe in others... Continue Reading →
February 2, 2019; 6 o'clock. Me and my BFF's; Shari, Renee and Bonita decided to go to the cabins in the Georgia mountains this weekend, since we didn't have anything else to do and we all were single now. We all have boy toys to go to in a time of a sexual needs; but... Continue Reading →
This is a promotion only. My new book "Ghost Writer" coming to Atlanta Georgia in June 2019. If you would like to be in attendance and added to the guest list; please email me your name and email address to: adakalabooks@gmail.com
Waddell Crosby wasn't your typical African American male with a college degree, tons of street smarts and loved by the ladies. He was the kind of man that a woman could love one night and call her best friend on other days; someone who would have your back and go to war with you whether... Continue Reading →
I truly didn't give a damn about telling the truth under oath; I raised my right hand with pride put left hand on the Bible and told God to forgive me silently as I close my eyes. I wanted to be picked as a juror as badly as I wanted to hit the lottery. I... Continue Reading →
Sitting at the bar having my usual shots of tequila. Mentally I'm exhausted from work and my home life seems to be a joggling act; trying to get my house sold. Not to mention I had to curse out my next door neighbor for allowing his deranged mutt to continuously shit on my lawn after... Continue Reading →
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