The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles of S and J: Old Photos. Page Two

Page One. Page 2. J was most pissed at me for getting us arrested. Our fake names turned out to belong to people who actually frequented the underground poker den / brothel that we were attempting to have a good time in. It was quite frankly, a waste of wigs, a waste of make up, … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles of S and J: Old Photos. Page Two

Friends.

I am not sure who found who, Or who applied the super glue, But I know that I am glad it’s you, whos spilled into my greens with your blues. Like Northern Lights. Shades of red, when we walk with the dead, but the night remains, the same, our patchwork stars; our awe inspiring playground, … More Friends.

The Unsecret Friendship of S and J. A Collection, of Unsecret Affairs.

I am a chocolate brownie fan, and J knew full well that I would devour at least four before thinking to ask if J had added anything extra special to the mix. Of course, by then, it was too late. I had to be escorted out of the public lounge, as I started blowing out … More The Unsecret Friendship of S and J. A Collection, of Unsecret Affairs.