He had asked the man at the desk if he knew where there was a shop close by, but the man did...
This article originally appeared in The DogHouse Manifesto on October 27th, 2012. In view of some recent events, I have decided to re-run...
After dinner the two of them lingered around the table and sipped a coffee while Franco enjoyed his once a day vice,...
The church house, that’s what everyone called it, sat snugly if quietly and dangerously on the corner of Lexington Street at Jefferson....
“What the hell do you want?” He shouted as he threw the door open. I stumbled back...
In the big book of the DHMF, (Doghouse Manifesto) Chapter 16, entitled: ACCEPTABLE BEVERAGES FOR THE MAN IN YOUR LIFE- there listed...
Martin opened the glass doors and stepped into the foyer. To the right was a statuette about four feet high of a...
Martin had confided in Elizabeth in the early years but their marital relationship had degraded to the point where he no longer...
Graziella was an intellectual giant as it applied to common sense and the most perfect and beautiful woman that Franco had ever...
Martin pushed his way onto the bus and felt only slightly guilty for crowding out a woman who was trying to get...