Once upon a time, I stared at a
typewriter until a gunshot was heard and blood spattered across a sheet of
paper. The End began when the boy I was saw a dog on top of his house.
Chapter 1:
It was a dark and stormy night.
It would be so cool to see that
sound bite on his tombstone but he’s immortal now.
Lucky bastard.
As for me, I have to dig deep
until words begin to bleed like fresh tattoos of Pit Bulls on the back of a
drug dealer in the city of illegal guns and roses. This is what I remember
about The Wonder Years Of Living Dangerously.
In my childhood, I saw the bombings on my train of thoughts by the
legalized graffiti artists of Madison Avenue and how life movies on in The
South Bronx of America .
I saw we had all the time in the world. And I say to myself, like Louis
Armstrong sang, what a wonderful world this is.
I love you, honey bunny…
Art & Hot Text by Danny
Aponte
Now that’s Puerto Rican Fiction!
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