E.T.

Pist presented me with ET. Hahaha.
How does a tall man spot these pieces in the road? Speaking of the road and for those who asked he rides a 2001 Screamin' Eagle Road Glide.
I've been on it and it's massive. A 49cc scooter is what I ride and never in the city.

My Familiar the Chapter 6

It's hot but I've opened the window earlier for some fresh air. The crow drops on my desk with a startling noise. He hops about for a few moments to right himself then glances at me with a body shaking sigh. We've talked about this kind of entrance and I've told him I think it's passive aggressive. I haven't admitted it scares me since I wasn't expecting him. I finally turn and acknowledge him with a stare.

Hi, he says sheepishly. He sighs.
How are you, I ask him.
He sighs. I'm OK.
We've discussed this exaggerated sighing and his "I'm OK" response always followed by more sighs. It's tedious. More of his passive aggression.
Glad to hear it, I tell him.
My wings are scorched and you don't care, he declares while kicking at a minute piece of dust so small it could have fallen from his feathers.
I roll my eyes at him which he really truly hates because when he does it to me I don't notice his eyes being solid black.
But I know what he's doing though since his brows flicker.

The heat is heavy like a wet nest, he says, I can't move out there.
Well, you're inside now so chill.
Oh, ha ha, he says, You are so sharp but I must attend to my deliveries.

He notices that I slightly shift towards him with attention. He loves my fascination the conniving little fucker. He never tells me who receives his deliveries or what he's carrying.
He rolls on my desk rocking with laughter.
It's really loud and unsettles the dog who creeps towards the desk as the laughing crow hops towards the edge.
Watch it, I tell him just as he produces a shiny red cherry from beneath his wing and drops it into the dogs open mouth.
Special delivery, he says to the dog.

Kris finally apologized

When I happened into her two years ago.
Changly: Da ego on da bish.

Mother & Daughter Birthday Portrait

Photo by Pretty Boi, Sean Baltzell.
TinkerBelle is in love with Sean. It's both cute and embarrassing.

While I was out - The Seventh Decade

I've become vegan and stopped eating sugar. It wasn't a leap from being vegetarian.
May, my birthday month, has been filled with adventure, wonderful companions, and much love. The best Bday month ev.
I've also been doing a series of interviews with sex workers in NSTL that I will publish here. In a bit. I'm really busy with splitting time in NSTL, Pist, with retired scientist friends, with TinkerBelle, pretty boi Sean Baltzell, A.J., that top secret music club.

Moments after the Tornado in NSTL, May 16, 2025. Video by Larry Gray

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1E78iwbZmX/

The Bubble atop the Glass on the Fitchen Floor

This is Zaire - St Louis City Newly Unhoused - The Greater Ville

Zaire is one of the hundreds of New Homeless in STL City.
I met her two days ago while delivering to Larry's Corner. She was a block to the north on Lexington. Cold. I admired her firepit. Her apartment building was one block to the west and is now uninhabitable.

Mayor Spenser, get some city employees out there walking streets and doing outreach!

Short Dawg - The Greater Ville - NSTL

Still Standing but Moving - NSTL - The Ville

St Louis Noir - #256

My first memory looking at the smeared lights at night on the road after the rain. I was on my knees and my elbows were on the dashboard in the backseat of my dad's car. I was in love. The black puddles, the wavy light on the pavement, the rhythmic splashing from the car tires. The floating neon lights from the motels on 66 as we left the Ozarks.

Er...sorry

Smokin' hot with anger and giving Mah'mm the stink eye.

Bellie

Towards the end of her life she started wrapping herself around my head. It was a hug. I wouldn't move until she did and sometimes that was an hour.

Brilliant

Last century ingenuity. I should have bought it.

We Ready

Two members of The Trio are getting it all on while the Tall Man is busy working.

You are Dead to Me

Obsessed Much

Obsessed Much is also known as Jordan Leigh Marshall. I found this on my car years ago while recovering from spondylodesis surgery. I was relearning how to walk upright and had a disabled parking spot.
On the bottom of her note is printed: Faith plants the seeds. Love makes it grow. And yet, when her car was stolen from the alley a few years later, I provided video to the cops because we're such different people. Here's the link to the youtube video that shows her leaving the note. https://studio.youtube.com/video/xgXzb6WfJhU/edit

Pist gave me a Fish

For such a tall man I can't discern how he sees these creatures on the ground amongst the fallen leaves.

Making Bolos

Pist will hand me various thing as a challenge. Yesterday it was this piece of coral that I immediately saw as a bolo. The coral mounted on suede.

St. Louis Noir # 199