Joseph. Good Friday.
I Was Shot In My Head.
Young Joseph. My Uncles
Are Going To Kill Them For Me.
(Cocaine. 1967.) (Volume 1)
JOSEPH. PUBLISHED. WRITER.
I WRITE ALL DAY LONG HOE S.
Excerpt
YOU: "I FIND THIS POST ABUSIVE."
ME: GET A J O B
and YOU SERVE
THE BEST MAC DONALDS BURGER
THAT YOU CAN HOE S.
RIDICULOUS.
WELFARE.
THAT IS ALL YOU EVER
SEEM TO LOOK
FOR IN YOUR PATHETIC LIVES.
IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT
YOU ARE READING RIGHT NOW:
THEN YOU CAN KEEP ON MOVING."
YOU and YOUR
FANCY NEW MAC DONALDS J O B .
THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE FOR TOMORROW.
"I SAID DO YOUR WIFEY
GET FREE FOOD HERE OR NOT TRIGGA!?"
We Are Abouts To Leave
On Out To My Vehicle.
Straight Right
In Front Of You Trigga.
Oh. You Dont Even Wanna
Truly See How I Do Trigga.
"SMASH YOU IN
YOUR PLUCKING FACE."
SQUARE THIS OFF RIGHT NOW.
My memories as an immigrant professional woman in Ottawa, Canada 47 years ago. A new life after having survived the liberal war of a new country Bangladesh on December 16, 1971.
Margaret Kohel Evans invites her mother's grandchildren to a delightful visit with their grandmother, sharing charming memories of her across eighteen life themes.
