The sound of doors slamming in the distance, and the quick beep of horns signaling cars being unlocked woke me from my light sleep. The air inside the laundry room was dry and dusty, and yet the old blankets and towels that I had piled together as a makeshift bed between a dryer and the wall smelled extremely musty. I awoke wiping the sleep from my eyes and immediately wanting to light up a cigarette. …
On N. Luzerne St. the cool air cycles through the block like a whirlwind rattling your windows awakening you. You’ve got a bed sheet hanging over the window in an attempt to block the early morning sunlight, and a washrag stuffed down into the cracked wood just below the window sill to try to slow the wintry air from entering your bedroom. This is a bedroom that you share with your two younger brothers. The…
“Gold authenticity can only be tested under maximum fire. The same holds true with regard to manhood.” -Moutasem Algharati Gold was the goal. Since I was a child I’ve been in love with gold, I would see the chains and the rings on the hip hop artists that I listened to and I longed to have my own. Gold was that unattainable thing that was just out of reach that I could chase. While silver…