He’s still walking the path west and telling stories in a richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah — man, a Jamaica yaad mi come from. Sorry, I meant to say; that…

One man and his dog walking the path away from home and hoping for a bone perhaps? Yes, wordplay is still the order of the day around here. “He used to be my right-hand person,” he said, “we did the heavy lifting together, you know what I mean, the hard stuff. I lifted him up high enough to become number one. Just by doing what we were, spinning away at the wheels on the right hand. Working things…

Go West, My Son, pt. 4. Told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah — man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram. Sorry, I meant to say; I’m Jamaican born and bred, okay? So, here’s today’s excerpt. The aircraft had dropped them off out there in a deserted place near the park.

Chapter 7, Go West, my son, part 3, told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah — man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram, sorry, I meant to say; I’m Jamaican born and bred, okay? So, here’s today’s excerpt. Contrary to the way how the real winners were to have planned and reasoned out things in getting to the winning of the Stan Leigh Cup. This was designed for them to go wait out the switching over phase outing, to get up and out. …

Continuing with Chapter 7: Go West, My Son, Part 2. Note: Some materials are omitted from the story here. “Go-getters are now going in full-fledged to gut him and her as… something, or another, and us too, yes, all of us,” and the brothers, as he’d said to those over there and you. This is their last-ditch effort for the final attack on our bread, and butter cup. Wanted…

The “Twisted Tales story” is getting knottier with each passing day. They ruled the bloody bleeding place with a tin man’s bleeping heart face behind a biting teeth brace. Bloody-red water-pumping song and dance fill the place, dripping on and off the wet sword right after each case of them saying their grace. Over your coffin even, and coughing. Yeah, man…

Told in a richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah — man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram, sorry, I meant to say; I’m Jamaican born and bred, okay? In those days you see. There was increasing crown-coated noise flowing down the hillside for free and rolling all the way down to settle in at the root of the big tree. Even throughout the people’s conversation from far and wider than she.

Sheamus’ Story, told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah — man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram, sorry, I meant to say; I’m Jamaican born and bred, okay? So, here’s today’s excerpt. The funk of last night’s leftover mugging like stale muffin, was in those times, still sitting heavily on something best left behind. Like, on his bleeding breath of the dome thing, not mine. Or off, off the dumpling he’d fished out of the dustbin of abject poverty where he was…

Continuing with chapter 6, Sheamus’ story. Told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective. In richly blended language mix of; nonsense talk, sensational spelling, double entendre, and Jamaican Patois. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Yeah — man, a Jamaica yaad mi come fram, sorry, I meant to say; I’m Jamaican born and bred, okay? So, here’s today’s excerpt. Note: Some materials are omitted from the story as written in the book.