He had choices. He always did, but sometimes those choices left a bitter taste in his mouth. Those kinds always compromised his roles as a man and gave him reason to be more upset than any other time. In fact, when Sal was vexed, a trail of damage always seemed to be left in his wake.

The night had been pretty typical of a Saturday evening. ( Read more... )

Entry is based on the pages of Sal's memoirs entitled 'Drive the Dream'

Life on the road was always full of little stresses. What to eat was a huge problem that almost always resulted in me making a bowl of baked beans and elbow macaroni. There was also the feat of cramming yourself into the little closet we called a bathroom. This proved ( Read more... )

One must desire something to be alive - Margaret Deland

From the minute me and my brother Sizz left the home, we knew that there was bigger and more greater things to come than what we'd had endured to that point. We were only 16 but be damned if we were going to get intimidated. We were headstrong, stubborn as all fuck and determined. We were going ( Read more... )