Stories (7/0)
The pop off.
Written by Knightshade Leone Apropos of absolutely nothing but this morning I walk out of the supermarket with an arm full of skinny rectangular boxes of overly priced gluten free macaroni and cheese. Just before I get to my car I peel off one of the thin plastic food service gloves I wear to make groceries nowadays and before I can reach into my back pocket for my keys something catches my eyes and ears.
By Knightshade Leone 2 years ago in Criminal
We are all flowers
Written by Knightshade Leone Dad passed on in the fall of 2002’. He was a good guy, liked by all. He wasn’t shy about speaking his mind but he always made sure that he did it in a way that was respectful and tolerant. He was a lifelong Republican, a lot of people his age were but he would always be the first to break party lines to stand up and be counted on the right side of history. Civil rights marches, granting women the right to vote and smaller fights like unionizing the old rubber factory. He’d say “ which right is right!” “ Don’t matter where you come from, what club you belong to or how much money you make, what’s right is right!” He loved dishing out advice and he was good at it. That’s what I remember most fondly about him. Those one or two sentence tutorials on how life should be. Back in the 80s I got myself mixed up in a bad crowd in a bad scene and I was just cooked, emotionally lost, had nothing left. I called of the old man and spilled my guts to One and without 1 ounce of judgment or criticism he says “ Son, your heart is your Thomas Guide and you WILL find your way home.” And do you know that that was all I needed to hear? He knew how to simplify things. He could take a world of hurt and whittle it down to the tip of a pencil for you.
By Knightshade Leone 2 years ago in Motivation
One Ring Four Kings
Written by Knightshade Leone One windy night on the southside of Chicago, on the not so nice part of town I stumbled into a dive bar. I grew up in the area and then got out as fast as I could. I just came back to town for an old friends wedding, just for the weekend. Me and my old pal spent all day reminiscing and boozing it up just like when we were kids when we thought the streets and the night belonged to us. The more we drank the more we were convinced that Michael Jordan, Barack Obama and me and my buddy were the best things that Chi-town ever shit out. We thought surviving the days of wild made us something special and maybe it did. But, as parties were never meant to last, his wet blanket of a future wife decided that we had both drank past the point of decency and that I should be on my way seeing as though her wedding was the next Day. I don’t know, maybe it was the southside in me or maybe I just hadn’t seen enough of my old stomping grounds so I found some place to pop that nights cherry, if you know what I mean. It was Saturday night and things were just getting started.
By Knightshade Leone 2 years ago in Filthy