My girlfriend had run into hard times; she had lost her job as manager of KFC and her wrestling school had been closed down which left her bereft of any income. I tried to support her but my minimum wage job wasn't enough to feed us both not to mention high gas prices so she started doing these real seedy backyard wrestling matches for money. I accompanied...
Note: For this chapter, I have switched to a first-person narrative. * I wasn't quite ready for the kiss that Stacey landed on me when I showed up for work again. She wasn't bashful at all. In fact, she made a point of tongue-kissing me in front of any of the mall staff, shop staff, and customers present. She wanted the entire shopping center to know that...
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Chapter 1: Catholic Love "Hey Carlos, can you do me a favor and take a set of car keys to my wife? I can't take any more time off or I'll get fired." Billy had taken off three times in the past month to deliver car keys to his absent-minded wife and couldn't risk asking for yet another early lunch break. His s...
Looking at the tall, chubby old white guy in line at Wal-Mart's checkout counter, I told him that I wasn't Mexican, and he could take his bigoted ass elsewhere. With that being said, I flat out refused to serve him. Angrily he demanded to speak to a manager. We waited in silence, while I checked out the customers behind him as he stood aside, sulking. The ca...
"You want perfection. Perfection, perfection, perfection!" Each angry, bitter word was punctuated by the slap of another article of clothing into her suitcase. Women never seem to arrive with suitcases, but they always leave with them. It's insidious. First a toothbrush left behind, then a hairdryer, and before you know it they need to pack a suitcase befor...
I've never really been one to make a huge pot of stew and have it sitting in my fridge for a week. If I'm going to cook a lot of food for a large party of guests, though, I do like to go all out. For the purpose of this little How-To, I'm going to walk you through the makings of an entire Tex-Mex meal. Note that I said Tex-Mex, not Mexican. I do not live in...
Nathan Bedford Buchanan had never met his paternal grandfather. For the most part, he wished he never met his maternal grandfather either. His rich and powerful grandfather on his mother's side had insisted he be named Nathan Bedford as a fuck you to his father's family. Nathan was the product of a one time hook up with a Mexican athlete married to a black w...
Chapter 1 Jim was 18 when he left Seylam, the small town where he grew up, in the mid west. He was twenty five when he returned, after completing a Masters Degree in business. He had a very good job in a corporation in Miami Florida waiting for him. When Jim left he had no intention of ever setting foot in Seylam again. Too bad were the memories, the pain...
Thinking back on it I would never have believed that bad grass (and I'm not talking pot here) could turn my life upside down, but it did. I don't know if it made life better or worse, it's too soon to tell, but change things it most certainly did. I had been trying for several years to do something about my lawn. When we moved into the house it was brand ne...
Marie Writer did a great job of editing this story. ***** I stood there on her porch wearing my best blazer and slacks fresh from the cleaners, real shoes instead of tennies, and a nice long sleeved dress shirt. I even had my hair cut the day before to make sure I looked as groomed as possible. I had never been to a Mexican wedding before so I wasn't sure...