Who in the heck would make a dvd like that?! It's sick! Seeing an addict give a man a BJ just torn me the fuck
Musical duet rendition of an excerpt from my poem, "Crack Motel: The Crackheads Are Coming" sung by me and a sepia-toned friend.
A parody of a childhood song twisted to the street with lyrics from my poem "The Crackheads Are Coming" sung by a friend and lipsynced
A mini-series about visiting a homeless veterans transitional living facility shelter in Inglewood, California where I used to live. This episode: Bobby Didn't Make It.
i walk all over hollywood.... i walk to work, i walk to get food, i walk to drink booze, i walk home. so it's any other tuesday
Nonfiction prose about life at a weekly rate crack motel.
As opposed to my usual half hour train ride departing from the comforts of my own home, I was at Darlings house last night and