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|  | | Clean Finish (Crisco's Memoirs #2)
Crisco's second memoir goes back to his high school days when he met his one and only love, Mark, while competing at a wrestling competition.
span style="font-size: small">span style="font-family: Arial"> Hey, me again./span>/span>
div style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">span style="font-size: small">span style="font-family: Arial">So, this time I thought I'd actually go back to the beginning. Not as far back as the day I was born, but far enough to when I was getting called a lot of names before I paid my three-year debt at Folsom Penitentiary. But these names, they weren't as fun as 'Crisco'. Nah, the | |  | | Man of the House (Crisco's Memoirs #1)
My name is Christopher but all my friends call me 'Crisco'. You want to know why?
span style="font-size: small">span style="font-family: Arial"> My name is Christopher Scott, or Crisco, which is a nickname I got a few years back. I'll tell you how I got it in a minute, but first, you should know, I've lived a very interesting life so far./span>/span>
div style="text-indent: 0.5in; margin: 0in 0in 0pt">span style="font-size: small">span style="font-family: Arial">My number was 19865411 over at Folsom State where I spent three years for possession and intent to sell.& | |  | | The Party Favor (Crisco's Memoirs #3)
Crisco arrives in West Hollywood and quickly discovers his Oz as he's not in Kansas anymore.
span style="font-size: small">span style="font-family: Arial"> I was eighteen, right out of high school, and chose to go to West Hollywood over New York… mostly because of the weather. I'd had enough of 92 degree heat that felt like 110 degrees and driving in snow. I wanted to go someplace where if I felt like going the fuck outside in the middle of January to dance my shit off, I wouldn't have to strip away twenty layers to get my Tootsie roll center. Not saying that I don't love a g |
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Look Away Silence
by Edward Patterson
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 Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS. |
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