Woke up, fell down, exited sideways. A new memoir every five years. My second grade teacher was right.   Rather sing than stay to chat. Someone had to pay the bills. Didn’t fit in then, still don’t.   I love my lady…and bacon. Buried gold…

Losing Faith in real women, Inmates seeking pen pals, No Faith in real women learning to live.   Bitch fought me for years, lead family to homelessness, Single black female in search of marriage.   Nerdy city guy, nice guy tired of online dating, I want…