Somewhere in the wilds of 20th Street School, I read a story about strength. I’m going to mess it up, but let’s do it anyway. So, this samurai is walking on a path, and is met by a god, might have been a goddess, now that I am thinking about it. Says to the samurai… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 27: Bump
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Rise of the Storyteller 26: Less No More
You gotta understand, she had done this before. In seventh grade, I had a friend. Best friend. Well, what I thought was a best friend, named Blank. One day he had a birthday party at his house. The entire church youth group was invited and we all came. There was hair band music. Cake and… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 26: Less No More
Rise of the Storyteller 25: The Undeniable D
I’m not worried about sticking the landing, as much as the mount. Both are important when talking about D. However, his impact on my life is undeniable, irrefutable and devastating. You cannot begin to understand the rise of my art, the goals of my life, and the place I now find myself without understanding his… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 25: The Undeniable D
Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop
Sixth grade in Slinger came in roaring. Girls, jacket, middle school, Ruffle, X, Grr, Jazz, G.I. Joe and Way Cool Junior. However, when I got to Waynesville, Missouri, and went to the last two weeks of sixth grade in a totally new school, with totally new kids, in a totally new town, I found it… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 24: Pop
The Coming of Normal Street
I am here today with bated breath. Maybe gasping breath. Is nervous breath a thing? Well, some sort of breath to reveal the cover for my upcoming release. Here it is, the front and back cover for Reality of the Unreal Mind Vol. 2: Normal Street. Bekah and I actually live in the same town… Continue reading The Coming of Normal Street
A Lens Into an Organized Madness
Nineteen years has to mean something. Nineteen years of studying the way my mind works. Every moment of every ego state’s life, stitching it all together like an elaborate patchwork just to understand the life I’ve lived. It’s gotta mean something when I stand back at the structure I have built around my life to… Continue reading A Lens Into an Organized Madness
Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy
Of course, it all fell apart. It would be years before I found that sort of happiness again. For three months, Jazz and I were the second-best couple in Slinger Middle School. They were, at that point, the only three months of my life worth living. She was my first happiness. Our story was cut… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 23: The Broken Boy
Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage
Table lighter. High heel boot. Metal Thermos. And a butcher knife. We have a lot to do in this chapter so let’s get started. There was a time when people smoked in their houses. This was a while ago. Now most times smokers spend a lot of their time outside. Can’t smoke in restaurants anymore.… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 22: Sister Rage
Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns
X pulled his knife and stopped at the car parked outside the bar. “What?” I said. It was dark, it was cold. We had just trashed someone’s house and I wanted to get home. “I’m stealing this,” he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked carefully and saw a blob… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 21: Young Guns
Rise of the Storyteller 20: The Bus Ride Home
I started to stuff my break up letter in my pocket but felt the ID in there and kept it hidden in my hand. I walked out of first hour and into the hallway to see Island waiting for me. “What are you doing, Mr. Brown?” She held a finger up at me and shook… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 20: The Bus Ride Home
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