‘Crystal Stair’

A story soaked in bong water

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The yelling again. I can hear it. A few “F” bombs. Some other curse words. It happens regularly. Mother to son. Like that Langston Hughes poem. Always happens when I am in my groove. The boy must have done something stupid again for her to yell like that.

Two flights down, in the sub basement of the house, I hear some version of it. I can’t tell what it is about…

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be a proud bard, barrister, and b-baller (for life), luv the blues, bbq, and beautiful women.

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be a proud bard, barrister, and b-baller (for life), luv the blues, bbq, and beautiful women.

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