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Anytime I go out of town to pick up work for my trappers, I always ride by my neighborhood first to make sure there's no undercover cop cars watching in the dark before I go home. This particular night, I decided to stay in a hotel a mile from my house and get up early... Continue Reading →
Marriage failed because I was sleeping with the enemy, a fake rat disguise as a mouse. We were no longer friends and the all the hate had set in like grass stains in a pair of new blue jeans. I no longer loved this person anymore and my nightly prayers seem to beg for God... Continue Reading →
Four educated, beautiful, and intelligent women who met at a local book club married the men of their dreams and lived the life they all dream of. Megan, Alisha, Cathy, and Samantha, all four were real housewives giving up their own careers to support their husband’s dreams, which in returned created multi-million-dollar businesses. All... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I pulled up at the red light anxiously waiting for the light to turn green trying to get to my dentist appointment. To the right of my vision, I could see the front end of a white Lexus pulling up at a high rate of speed. My first thought, another one of these youngsters... 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 →
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