This story contains a curse word. Just one. But it's used extensively as a part of the story. If that's an issue, then this story is not for you. This is based on a true story and it affected me enough to want to put it down on paper in the hope that something like thi...
I was born with a famous name. It wasn’t famous when I was born, but, oh, did it become famous. It wasn’t associated with a famous athlete or a musician. I would have even settled for a scientist, but alas that was not my destiny.
My name…is…Richard Simmons.
Yup. Richa...
After the birth of our third child, my wife and I decided that we had enough children. Since all of them were born through cesarean section, my wife made the decision that it was my turn to get cut.
I’d been told that getting a vasectomy is no big deal. Painless. Snip,...
Supervisory Special Agent Mike Baldwin got his nickname “The Mustang” on the college football field where he could run a forty-yard dash in 4.1 seconds. With that kind of speed, he could practically pick any NFL team to play for, but he chose a life of justice within t...
After the Civil War, when my great-grandfather Benjamin, the son of freed slaves, was a young lad of pre-pubescent age, he happened upon some leprechauns.
Benjamin was late to get home that autumn eve and decided to cut through the woods. An endeavor he was warned again...
It was dark. No, it was hazy. He realized why when he touched his swollen left eyelid with his right hand. He felt like he must have really tied one on. Perhaps, he wondered, I offended the wrong wife this time. He rolled out of bed and realized his second problem. Thi...