Sitting in Your Own Shit

On my way home from the barber shop I passed a bunch of black kids on a patch of grass right by Washington Hospital playing baseball.  They all had gloves and looked like they new the basics of throwing and fielding a baseball.  Black kids in the city playing baseball.  Fewer and fewer black kids [...]

Warheads (the candy, not bombs)

When I was a kid, my favorite candy was Warheads. Nobody remembers the Warhead for the sweet lemony flavor. You ate a Warhead because, for some twisted reason, you enjoyed subjecting yourself to the facial contortions the sour taste would cause.
Why is it that that bitter taste in your mouth always overpowers the [...]