Learning Loneliness in Track Town (Memoir)

Learning Loneliness in Track Town (Memoir)

I stood in his bathroom with a bucket, a sponge, and a can of Ajax bleach. He was in the doorway. A strange and angular-looking middle-aged man staring at me through wire-rimmed glasses with a lascivious grin. My skinny body was nervous, but I was broke and I needed...
Tom Cat the Owl Man Was My Cellmate (Memoir)

Tom Cat the Owl Man Was My Cellmate (Memoir)

Before I was taken to my jail cell, the guards made me undress and put on ‘blues’. My new wardrobe. Criminal pajamas. Then one of them taunted me by loudly spitting out from over his desk, “Hope you don’t have claustrophobia!” I did have a fear of enclosed spaces and...