The Human Trafficker

I've never met a nice, good John. They've all been assholes. My ex, this guy, The Crapper (another word for John)...The Chemist...

The Backseat of My Car

He grabbed the side of my face and put his other hand around my neck and moved in for the kill…only to move around like a sloppy fish…or like someone doing the electric head slide.

Santa! Where’s the reindeer?

When I was younger and my mom would take me to the mall to see Santa, I always wanted to see his reindeer. This wasn't some regular kiddo asking Santa a question, this was a pesky and annoying little girl who would pull and tug on Santa's beard to see if he was legit.