Whenever I'm with himSomethin' insideStarts to burnin'And I'm filled with desireCould it be a devil in me?Or is this the way love's supposed to be?It's like a heatwave -- Lyrics: (Love is Like a) Heatwave by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas Heatwave is on repeat in my brain since I woke up. I fired … Continue reading Heatwave
The Jam
A Town Called Malice
I pull open the heavy glass door releasing a cacophony of voices and blaring music. None of this is right. Antica Napoli, my favorite pizza shop is a store-front joint with eight booths. It’s calm and quiet. Typically two, maybe three booths host a couple of people, usually senior citizens. One booth is set up … Continue reading A Town Called Malice