Here is a tidbit from the final and fourth volume of my "Walk With Dann Collection". It will wrap up the Walk with me through my lives. Giving you an insight as to who I became after the first three quarters of my life. I made the choice, willingly, to abandon the family lifestyle, to... Continue Reading →
Am I too philosophical for the standards of today's society? Why do I wake up crying? Hell, I am portrayed by many to be, and I quote, "The toughest man they've ever met." But, am I really that tough or have I just learned how to mask fright with strength. I have killed people -... Continue Reading →
Life is like a box of chocolates. As soon as you open it up people rush to take. Some take politely. Taking one piece - maybe two. These people are the true friends. Others, well, they will run over and with both hands dive into the box. They will take far more than they could... Continue Reading →
Foster care, jails, pain, sorrow and addiction were my childhood friends. My playgrounds were the streets.My rocking horse a Harley Davidson motorcycle.
Hey, why do reporters, performers and such always say, "Coming to you 'live' from whatever? If you were dead you wouldn't be saying anything. Things that make you go "Hmmmm"
"This is the final volume of my "Walk With Dann Collection". It will wrap up with the fourth segment of my life. It shall show how the paths and choices I made in my life brought me the penance and punishments that came attached. It will reveal how I "walked" many roads and how they... Continue Reading →
I am about one third of the way into the rough draft. CHAPTER ONE First thing I recalled was the unbearable pain in my jaw. I couldn't move it. The more I attempted to open my mouth the greater the sharp stabbing pain. My tongue felt like a pile of pulled pork. Even the... Continue Reading →
I was becoming lost in my sorrows, till I realized you will be watching over me all my tomorrows. I cry every time I glance at your picture. I cry when I say your name. Without your physical presence, My life is not the same. I am crying again Sheena Eve Tears of the joy... Continue Reading →