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
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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
Hollow Man 4: Strawberry
I released Teardrop Road on June 23, 2021. I think it was a Thursday. It was pretty devastating to put it out in the world on the big stage. Having your secrets on a blog is one thing. The worldwide stage opens up doubts and fears that I expected but could never prepare myself for.… Continue reading Hollow Man 4: Strawberry
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 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
Rise of the Storyteller 19: A Stolen ID
“Absolutely not, Joe,” Jazz said. She stepped in front of me in a cloud of girls, right after I stepped off the bus, and she looked up at me. I was for my feet. My eyes, my heart, my body seemed stuck on the ground. “This is how you lost Ruffle,” Jazz said. It was… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 19: A Stolen ID
Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal
Girls up front by the big double doors. Boys in the back. There was a rule to this thing. The girls did not bother the boys. The boys left the girls alone. Wait. I’m not doing this right. When I was in my twenties and going to college in Springfield, I went out with D… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 18: Rumors and Betrayal
Rise of the Storyteller 17: Bonnie
Climbing the cedar was the worst part of the morning. Cedar trees are not strong. Not this kind. They are whips of things, and bendy. The leaves, if you want to call them that, are more quills than leaves at all, small, sharp, and tough enough to slice like blades. I got gloves for Christmas,… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 17: Bonnie
Rise of the Storyteller 16: The Darkness of Slinger Middle School Part 2
There is a chapel somewhere that had its ceiling painted by a guy, I think his name was Mikey. Well, there was this priest who really hated Mikey. Tried really hard to get him fired, tried to get him in trouble. This priest was a dick and he was fucking with a painter. A good… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 16: The Darkness of Slinger Middle School Part 2
Rise of the Storyteller 15: Mrs. Galvin
“Look who it is, everyone. It is love’s Al Capone,” Grr said as she stepped off the bus and we walked across the street. Every kid in the city had the same bus stop. We all were dropped off in town, X a little out of town, and Grr looked at me as we walked… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 15: Mrs. Galvin
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