I The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly - Characters I Have Known Stories of Experiences

Stinky will stand for hours on a corner with a sign in his hands. He 60 and will hunch over and limp so people will give him money. Once he gets the amount he wants he calls his ride and they will go to see the drug dealer. Then he will...

Well well, if I had to discuss all the ugly characters I have known, you'd be reading a book.
Let's start off with the good ones, my grandparents and my mother, and only sometimes my dad, (which is maybe rude to say but I'll explain...

I was just eighteen and he was a sportscaster in San Antonio who opened one of the first "sports bars."  There were pool tables, juke boxes, plenty to drink, and lots of pretty girls.  A young guy's heaven!  I remember the owner...

My first psychiatrist, was a man who had a god complex a mile wide. People fell head over heels for this man, and for what? He had this thick bristly gray mustache, and gray hair. My coworker and friend told me that I'd dread him, and...

1) Well there was my fifth grade teacher- she was kinda old, she would make us stand for hours upon hours reciting the MLK "I have a Dream Speech." until it was memorized perfectly in its entirety. She had a horrible temper and we were...

From the earliest memory I have the first person in my life who wasn't immediate family was my "Uncle" Chuck. Uncle Chuck wasn't really related to us in any way but he was my dad's best friend and had been since third grade. He was also...

Bout 6 years ago mom was laid off from work. We lived in a shitty trailer in a mean town that didn't give a crap about you. What made that all even worse was the man my mom was dating. He was a real jerk. I could see through is mask...

Aunt Ekku was my friend's aunt...and I knew this story well by the time I actually met her. At 17, with a shaved head and covered in lice, she was being marched most likely to her death ,when she and a friend ran for it, scambling off...

When I was eleven years old, my mother, who had been divorced from my father for a number of years, re-married. My stepfather was a wonderful, kind man and he came from a wonderful, loving family. We lived on the west coast and my...

Aunt Many was a blt of a religious fanatic...always with the roasary beads and novenas. She never married and was really my Mother's aunt...my Grandmother's sister. When Aunt Mary came to visit, we all suffered. It was a small apartment...