“Hey, C.J. I heard what happened last night. Are you okay?” I am still a little agitated but I am good, Rose. “Did you tell ya mom?” Why the hell would I do that? This isn’t her concern. Do you have any cigarettes? “You do... Read more...
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21/11/2011,
by Mr. Blair in Freeing Slaves,
General,
Miscellaneous,
Short Story,
Song & Dance: Year One
…And now we enter the dressing room of Christopher James (C.J.) as he prepares for his weekly variety show. C.J. is a good looking American-African male who has brown, caramel skin, brown eyes like autumn leaves, dark black hair like onyx, with an innocent baby face. C.J. is sitting at his vanity... Read more...