Times Square Harry and I cross paths occasionally at the intersection of Hudson River Park and about 56th street. He looks like he could drop and knock off more push-ups than Jack Palance. The prominent tattoo on his left arm suggests he’s a veteran… as does his forthright bearing, posture and self-assuredness. I’ve never asked [...]

Yulia, me and four dogs on the bed. Four because cousin Jack the Pug’s in for a visit. I’m sure if you put him to the yard stick, old Jack (about 8 or 9) would be 2 ft short of half the shit they measure in a pug. His bug eyes google at you; his [...]

Subject: Sophie B.
Session 1 Transcript
Dr. Schpindensmith-Wangjones:
So…
Sophie:
A needle pulling thread, bitch.
Dr. Schpindensmith-Wangjones:
I sense some hostility.
Sophie:
I sense counterfeit Chanel #5 from Chinatown… corner of Mulberry & Lafayette. If you walk down a couple more blocks to Franklin, you can get it 5 bucks cheaper. Still smells like it dropped outta my ass a course.
Dr. Schpindensmith-Wangjones:
Yes, [...]

I’ve dropped out of print & runway modeling after being accepted to the NYC Police Academy. They say I’m smart and fit enough but need to work on my aggression. I’ll be honest, one of the “practice perps” was really cute, so instead of bringing him down by the padded suit, I slobbered on his [...]

He came from Tennessee, with a syrupy thick southern drawl. He stood outside Rudy’s, one of New York City’s most infamous dive bars, dropped a half-smoked cigarette down and crushed it with a spit-shine polished cowboy boot, stepping out with his other foot to steer the attention-starved dogs his way.
Tarts Dilly and Sophie responded immediately, [...]

It was a pretty, soft blue floral print she so undaintily hiked up - undoubtedly a finer silk from its sheerness. The woofies and I were walking up 9th Avenue, wending our way through throngs of Manhattanites reveling in the prelude to Spring as they stood in their smoking cliques or hustled along.
This was no [...]

Oh yeah, really cute. The pug sleeps on Lucky’s fluffy bottom. Why not just shove my head up his ass? If my parents would get the hell off my bed, maybe I wouldn’t have to sleep sprawled out like a goddamn gunshot victim waiting for friggin’ CSI to figure out my head from my ass. [...]

REPORTER: We’re conducting an exclusive online chat with reclusive romance novelist Lorna Boberts. Welcome to Good Day Online, Ms. Boberts. Thanks so much for texting in today.
LUCKY: Thank you Jennifer, my pleasure.
REPORTER: Lorna, you’ve sold millions of books, been on the New York Times Best Seller list for well over a decade, received countless industry [...]