The Mobile Misogynist, part 2

  With head hanging low he walks to the street and enters his silver Kia; Sunglasses shroud his darkness, as he bites processed cheese rolled in tortilla. Twenty minutes of driving, four Depeche Mode songs and he arrives at work; Songs from youth— virginity, failed expectations and bullies that lurk.     He works in … Continue reading The Mobile Misogynist, part 2

Mobile Misogynist

I want to tell you a story about a man, a man I know.  He is not special or exceptional, by any stretch.  He is adequate in looks and mental capacity.  Perhaps, even below.  He is a man of the lord and he wraps his existence around his proclivity of faith.  He does not have … Continue reading Mobile Misogynist