Monologue of Billy Bob Ray
sometimes i sit here and wonder, after my third wife, i shoulda just quit. i didn’ love her the most, but she sure was nice. she put up wit me, and all my bull crap. even wen she caught me naked wit bertha. she sure was a good woman, sure was. then one day she…
Letter to Bertha Robertson
I’m not sure why I am writing this, or what I will say,But hopefully, you will remember that forsaken day.Ms. Robertson, I’m the son you sold for a pitcher of beer,The one from that story, a story so queer. “Bertha Robertson, once while she was drinkin’,Ran out of money, so she got to thinkin’.She looked…
Joaquim Mohsen 