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Garet Mclendon shares his story as an ex-Peckerwood gang member, revealing his life of crime and survival in California prisons. He discusses gang culture, the challenges of prison life, and his experiences navigating the criminal justice system. This episode provides insight into the realities of California's prison system and gang dynamics. #PeckerwoodGang #LifeOfCrime #CaliforniaPrisons #PrisonSurvival #GangStories #TrueCrime #PrisonLife #InsideCaliforniaPrisons Connect with Garet Mclendon: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/garetmclendon/?hl=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/garet.mclendon/ Hosted, Executive Produced & Edited By Ian Bick: https://www.instagram.com/ian_bick/?hl=en https://ianbick.com/ Presented by Tyson 2.0 & Wooooo Energy: https://tyson20.com/ https://woooooenergy.com/ Buy Merch: https://www.ianbick.com/shop Use code lockedin at checkout to get 20% off your order Timestamps: 00:00:00 First Impressions of New York City 00:04:52 Living with My Mom: A Tale of Struggles and Family Choices 00:09:59 Struggles with Education and Early Hustling 00:15:06 Childhood Bullying and Violence 00:20:15 Life in a Peckerwood Gang 00:25:35 Early Troubles and Youth Authority 00:30:42 The Cycle of Violations and Incarceration 00:35:44 Struggles with Addiction and Family Relationships 00:41:07 Experiences in Lancaster County Jail 00:46:21 Navigating Prison Life and Brotherhood 00:51:19 The Role of Tattoo Artists in Prison 00:56:24 Transformation and Life After Prison 01:01:32 Turning Point: Choosing Recovery Over Prison 01:06:52 From the Streets to Times Square: A Personal Transformation 01:11:33 Overcoming a Troubled Past and Losing Friends 01:18:18 Overcoming Business Challenges with a Felony Record Powered by: Just Media House : https://www.justmediahouse.com/ Creative direction, design, assets, support by FWRD: https://www.fwrd.co Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Requiem.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Once more, our esteemed academic Captain, Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges, led us through a rather confused and unhappy post-game liturgy in honor of; well in support of racial unity, I guessed. It was really hard to tell with the way he would ramble off-point every few minutes. The Football Team was in chairs on the floor of the gym with the Cheer Squad and Student Government. The rest of the student body was squeezed into the bleachers; very cozy.The Special Investigator also spoke briefly to the assembly, asking for our help on the case. The school was also hiring a 'Racial Grievance Counselor' who was, surprise, surprise, Dr. Nubia Franklin Jean-Georges; our Principal's wife. I was kind of curious who was making the school system pony up the money for her services as well as precisely when the 'interview' process had taken place.‘I wonder if she's qualified,' Kaelyne whispered.‘I wonder where they are going to stick her,' Vicky mused.‘Oh, I imagine she is going to get 'stuck' alright,' Mikhail snickered beneath his hand. Oh yeah, she was statuesque, smart, Black and projected complete confidence; right up my youngest triplets' alley.‘Ow,' he play-protested after Kaelyne smacked him.‘I did that for Taliyah,' she declared.‘She'll appreciate that,' I promised.‘I know she will,' Kaelyne smiled at me. After that disastrous Monday, Taliyah had been making steady headway in gaining Kaelyne's forgiveness which showed both her character (it was the right thing to do) and smarts (fear of my Mom).‘So; Alexander, what kind of bathing suit should I wear tomorrow?' Vicky teased our eldest.‘One made out of edible body paint,' he turned and winked. ‘Big Bob is gone all weekend to some Sheriff's convention in Miami, Florida. He goes to it every year.' Alexander being sexy-nice to Vicky was Also a good sign for our upcoming weekend.A withering glance from the Coach stilled our conversation. It was bad enough we were 'disrespecting' Darius' shindig. Our team had gotten their asses handed to them tonight in a game they should have won even without our star Running Back. It was easy to see having his father face criminal charges and loss of employment had shaken up Rashaan.His first outing as Team Captain had been a disaster; and now he had to sit here and listen to the various tributes to the guy he'd failed to replace instead of going anywhere else and getting shit-faced drunk and laid. The prognosis for both were pretty grim too,; what with the law enforcement being extra vigilant and the Cheer Squad being surprisingly inattentive to the Football Team's needs; which he was also getting blamed for.Darius had not only provided his players with victories, he had provided them status and perks as the premier athletes at school with the heritage of multiple highly successful teams being handed to them. Everyone 'looked the other way' because they were on the Football Team. All the girls wanted to be with them. Their parties always had plenty of alcohol and weed. They got good grades with minimal, if any, studying. Life had been good.Rashaan was having a horrific time maintaining that legacy. Not only could he not supply for his team, he couldn't even keep his own house in order. He had gone from 'three' hot-ass bitches (running true to type, the BBCs still refused to believe Taliyah had left him for Mikhail a week ago but now she, Sultana Berry and Randi Leigh Upshaw were openly gone) to none.Sure, they could still get 2nd and 3rd tier 'skanks', but just seeing all that prime booty walking around and knowing it Should be theirs and wasn't really bothered those student-athletes. A further complication was that under Darius, he kept the prime cunt specifically regulated both coming and going. That way the boys didn't have to worry about condoms, pregnancies and STDs.He kept the players clean by keeping the mouths, asses and vaginas they were fucking clean. No player stuck his cock into an unauthorized hole because if you did, Darius would destroy you. The object was to fuck who you wished in a safe hunting ground. Rashaan couldn't keep that level of discipline among either the women, or his own teammates.Rashaan also couldn't keep the booze and weed freely flowing. Darius hadn't shared his drug pipeline and wasn't likely to. Rashaan wasn't even trusted with the names of the entities capable and willing to buy and distribute alcohol to the under 21 crowd, plus Sheriff Big Bob's deputies were on the lookout for such shenanigans; more than happy to slap the cuffs on anyone 'Contributing to the Delinquency of a Minor'.As a final blow, his dad was no longer Chief of Police. Sure, he was being promised that ruling would soon be reversed; but for Rashaan, it was yet another blow landing at an unfortunate time. His problems weren't mine, and I had more than enough of my own. He'd have to sink, or swim, on his own.We were released at 10:37 pm; far past the time for any of us to have any fun. The Cheer Squad angled for us as we left the bleachers with Taliyah looking particularly livid. A few football players were making a nuisance of themselves, but I sensed her troubles ran deeper.‘Hey, Betty Jo,' one of our linemen tried to separate out the pale-haired blonde, ‘let's head out and party.' Two more moved to put a wall between my brothers and her.‘I'm tired,' she complained.‘You'll feel better soon,' he promised.‘Without your help,' I grumbled. I wedged between the two, they put their hands on me and then Mikhail and Alexander drove fingers into each of their Solar Plexus. With them temporarily gasping for air, we put a perimeter around the other ladies while I put an arm around Betty Jo's waist.‘Boy,' the athlete hissed, ‘you best let go of this piece of ass.'Betty Jo's eyes flashed from him to me, caught between shame and hunger.‘I'm not a boy, your boy, or anyone, but my parent's boy,' I hardened. ‘I'd appreciate it you never demean Betty Jo like you just did either.'‘Is there a problem?' a White Deputy working his way through the crowd called out.‘This ain't over, Peckerwood,' the lineman snarled under his breath.‘Thanks for the warning, Dumbo,' I mocked him. He had big ears.‘It is Greg, Shithead,' he corrected me angrily.‘Separate; you two,' the Deputy demanded.‘Yes, officer,' I backed off. I had the girl which was the important thing.‘Vlad?' Brandy cuddled up to me as we left the auditorium.‘All's good,' I assured her. ‘Normal threats and insults. Nothing more.'‘Betty Jo; are you okay?' she turned her attention to the woman I was escorting along.‘Oh, I'm okay. Greg wanted to talk with me, but I'm not really interested in him anymore,' and then she smiled over at Alexander.‘He doesn't do it you for anymore?' Brandy teased.‘Who?' Betty Jo pursed her lips.‘Greg; the defensive tackle.'‘Oh him!' she seemed surprise. She was Alondra's cross-racial twin alright. ‘Yeah. He and the other guys just want to push and pump me; it feels so; boring really.'‘Not like Alexander?' Brandy led her along.‘Oh no!' she exulted. ‘Alexander makes me feel all tingly; and he doesn't call me bitch, or whore, or nothing like that,' she tacked on.The crowd was dissipating as we moved into the Parking Lot.Alexander was in the lead with Vicky and Alondra on either side should he need support. Mikhail was slightly detached off to my left, arm around Taliyah, deep in conversation with her. His normal cheerful carelessness was gone, replaced by a serious mein. Kaelyne was behind Alex, with the other cheerleaders spread out between us. At the rear of our clump, herding us along, was; Mom and Jewel; huh?They were chatting amiably, one adult to another, not a teenager to a mother. That worried me for reasons I couldn't pinpoint. A little tug from Brandy reminded me where I was suppose to be paying attention.‘Some of the girls are coming over tonight,' she murmured seductively.‘The only one I want to be with is you,' I frowned.A million mega-lumens-bright smile flashed across Brandy's face.‘Not bored with me?'‘How would that ever even be possible?' I gasped.More pure, unfiltered happiness from my Lady.‘You make me very happy, Vlad,' she snuggled in.‘Ditto, Princess,' I kissed the top of her head.‘Hey,' Betty Jo interrupted. ‘Are you anything like your brother?' (?? because, ya know, we were only identical triplets??)‘We are triplets, Betty Jo,' I instructed. ‘We are identical; in all physical regards.'‘Does that mean your dick is just as big?' she asked with innocent intent.‘Yes,' Brandy confirmed. ‘Yes, it is.'‘Oh; nice,' she smiled at Brandy.‘Betty Jo, why don't we get your stuff and head out?' Brandy suggested. Betty Jo left my side with that smile still on her lips. ‘Will I see you tonight?' Brandy directed my way.‘I'll try,' I grinned.‘Okay,' she winked then off she went to round up the others. Mikhail brushed passed me, going the other way; toward Mom.‘I'll be hanging out with Taliyah tonight, Mom,' he addressed our maternal unit.‘Is there a problem?' she studied him. Jewel was silently observant.‘I'm eighteen, tomorrow isn't a school day and I don't have any chores to do I'm aware of,' he ticked off his salient points.‘Why don't you say 'hello' to Ms. Lafontanté?' Mom was falsely polite.‘Hey, Jewel,' his words were brutally sparse of emotion.‘Hey, Mikhail,' she was somewhat amused.‘Hey, Vlad,' she was a tad more polite toward me.‘Hello, Jewel,' I projected much more civility than my brother. If Mom found it necessary to chat with Jewel, it was worth all our time to be more polite and Mikhail should have known better.‘Jewel, please give me a moment with my youngest,' Mom separated from that imposing young lady and walked five steps away with Mikhail.‘I'm glad we didn't have a misunderstanding last night,' I proffered.‘Why?' Jewel tilted her head and appeared to dissect my every word and move.‘Violence without purpose is beyond wasteful; it is stupid and the product of nonadaptive minds,' I stated.‘I don't recognize the quote,' she smiled after a moment.‘It is a Vladimir original,' I smiled back.‘I think I could have taken you,' she added.I had to think over that for a few seconds myself.‘Is that what you were talking to Mom about; asking to come over to our house and spar?'‘Perhaps; that and a few other things,' she allowed.Mom was coming back. Mikhail was going off with Taliyah. Why? I didn't know.‘Night Ms. Lafontanté,' Mom nodded.‘Good night, Ms. Samsonov. Night Vlad.'‘Night Jewel and; you would have lost,' I affirmed as I turned to leave.There was no reply. Before we split up; I was going back home with Alexander; she was hanging around until Dad finished up and dismissed the other Deputies; Mom gave me a shoulder 'bump'.‘Nice one,' she grinned up at me.‘Huh?'‘With Jewel.'‘She thought she could take me with a rattan practice weapon and I thought to dissuade her of that delusion,' I explained. It was the truth after all.‘Girls like Jewel; don't take 'no', or 'you can't do that' for an answer, Vlad,' she enlightened me.‘Even when it is the truth?'‘Especially if it is the truth,' she smirked. ‘Girls like Jewel want to change the World, not accept anyone's assignment for them in it.'‘Well; she is Mikhail's problem, not mine. He's hot for her. I'm perfectly happy with Brandy.'If only that was the way the World worked;Cheer Squad (12 Girls: 4 Black, 6 White and 2 Mixed)The Black girls were;·         Sultana Berry (Very Light fawn complexion).·         Vantrice Kirby (Very Dark umber complexion), (hair dyed florescent red-black striped, shoulder-length hair).·         Alondra Lamb (Very Light tawny complexion).·         Taliyah Malik; the Co-Captain.The White girls were;·         Brandy Crystal Carson is Co-Captain.·         Amber Lee Huffington, (Brunette hair).·         Mia Ryker, (blonde hair).·         Misty Dawn Sizemore, (Russet hair).·         Betty Jo Starling, (Blonde hair).·         Randi Leigh Upshaw, (Brunette hair).The mixed girls were;·         Le 'Pearl' Yates; (Raven-haired, half-Vietnamese/half-Black·         Noémie Lucie Desdunes (Creole) Zulu Princess Posse·         Jewel 'C. S.' Lafontanté·         Dana Owens·         Régine Hunt·         Maxine Shaw·         Shayla Karen White·         Sunny Cobb·         Lana Michelle Moore (the token white girl)Saturday: The Flashpoint.Note:  currently, Vlad is dating Brandy Crystal Carson {the Sheriff's daughter} and Mikhail is dating Taliyah Malik {the Madam Mayor's daughter} while Alexander remains somewhat unattached.)I wasn't able to make it to the Carson household Friday night, though I did learn about the reason Mikhail did: Thursday night the Malik family had begun to implode. Mamma Malik had gone to a separate bedroom; and locked the door. Papa Malik hadn't taken that well, deciding to bury himself in alcohol as an appropriate response. That had been Taliyah's Friday morning. A series of late-afternoon blistering communication exchanges with her parents hadn't helped much.I resolved to make it up to Brandy by going over early ~as in 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning, early; and waking her with kisses. She'd told me the passkey for the home's security system (and 'yes', it had been changed after she dumped Darius for me, just in case).I got there; and the Living Room looked like it needed more than a little cleaning. Pizza boxes and soda cans were strewn about the place. Apparently, Brandy and company hadn't gone straight to bed last night..From what I'd already been told, she had Taliyah (Malik), Noémie Lucie Desdunes, Amber Lee Huffington, Alondra Lamb, Misty Dawn Sizemore and Betty Jo Sterling already here. The other five members of the Cheer Squad would be arriving later this morning and all were planning on spending tonight (Saturday night).Noémie Lucie, Amber Lee and Misty Dawn were strong supporters of the Brandy and Taliyah co-captaincy of the Cheer Squad, so that explained their presence. Alondra and Betty Jo were here out of worry the members of the Football Team might try to 'kidnap' them, once they were off school grounds: so safety measures had been taken.With Robert 'Big Bob' Carson, the County Sheriff, away for the weekend at a Law Enforcement convention in Miami, Florida, he had wisely deposited at least one Samsonov guarding his northwestern Arkansas home last night. Surprisingly, Mikhail had sensed Taliyah's soul-hurt about the situation and wanted to be there for her. He'd put his burgeoning playboy tendencies aside when she really need him. His transformation last night had surprised both me and, to some degree, my Mom, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov.No one was awake in the house yet. From the rich aroma wafting from the Kitchen, I could tell the automatic coffeemaker had already prepared a full pot and was keeping it warm. I dropped my book bag; sans books, but with a change of clothes, two swimsuits and a few other 'gifts from Mom'; by the sofa first, then began transferring plates and glasses from the Living Room to the dishwasher in the Kitchen. I thought I heard someone out on the front porch.No one knocked, so I finished the trip to the kitchen. I was on the way back when I was pretty sure I heard someone trying to get in; with no luck. You had to be a pretty stupid thief to try and break into the County's chief Law Dog's domicile, even if he was currently out of town. Then there were the four cars and two electric-blue with yellow lightning bolts KTM 690 Enduro R's motorbikes (mine and Mikhail's) in the driveway and front lawn for Pete's sake. It wasn't like the house looked deserted.Seeking the Carsons.Someone rang the doorbell. I wasn't sure how to take that. A quick double-check revealed the door had a spy hole and there was a security screen further into the room. I made use of the spy hole since it was closer. The object on the other side was the best disguised house burglar I'd ever seen, or heard about. I opened up the door, a sappy smile plastered to my slightly flushed face. At the last second I thought to shove my hard-on to the side in a doomed attempt to make it less obvious.‘Hello, how may I help you?' I greeted the gorgeous, mature, platinum-blonde feminine bombshell standing before me.‘Do the Carson's still live here?' she appeared distressed.‘Oh, yes Ma'am,' I bobbled my head. ‘Hi. I'm Vladimir Samsonov. The owner is out right now and I'm here for a party being thrown by his daughter, my girlfriend, Brandy.'Her face transformed from confusion and worry to secret amusement.‘It is a pleasure to meet you, Vladimir,' she put forth her hand. I gladly took this elegant, graciously offered extension of her luscious form. I ended up kissing her knuckles instead of shaking it as I understood that was the Southern Gentlemanly thing to do to a lady. Her eyes twinkled as she added, ‘I'm Jodi May Memphis Carson; Brandy's my daughter.'My heart caught in my throat. From what little I knew, a few months back, Brandy's Mom had run off with the previous Senior Deputy; Big Bob's #2 Man; a Black 'gentleman'; and Big Bob was still pissed about it. I'd never broached the subject with Brandy.So, how upset was Big Bob? Well, I hadn't recognized his gorgeous wife because Big Bob had taken all pictures of her down around the place and Brandy never talked about her. That was a pity because she was an absolute beauty. Her name and history would definitely explain the luggage she had with her too.No car was in evidence which suggested she'd arrived via hitchhiking, or taxi. There was no one outside expecting money, or checking to see if she was okay;‘Please,' I stepped aside. ‘Come on in. Don't worry about your luggage. I'll get it.'‘Thank you,' she stepped inside. ‘That is very gentlemanly of you.' Points for me!With two over-stuffed dress bags, two large suitcases and a roll-on, I definitely felt overburdened, and I was certainly getting my weight training in for this morning, but following Mrs. Carson into the house made all but one of my physical aches go away. I was certain she was talking to me.What she actually said; I had no idea. She had on this contour-hugging, pale lavender skirt and a white, nearly-transparent imitation Peasant blouse with a black mesh bra underneath. This was above unadorned, creamy-tanned calves and white, open-toed heels (4 inches maybe?). Her finger- and toe-nails were a dazzling, pale pink to accent the ensemble.With the way her hips rolled when she walked, each step made her firm ass bounce just a tad which also just happened to accentuate the luscious lines of those exquisite calves and thighs (what I could see of them). Her hair boiled down to her mid-back like a wild torrent of molten gold. I swear to God, I had this unnatural impulse to push her over the back of the sofa and fuck the ever-living soul out of her.‘Vladimir? Vlad?' Jodi May addressed me. Apparently she'd been asking me one, or more, questions while I had been daydreaming. She'd stopped and twisted at the hip so she could look at me. Her salacious twist of the lips and carnivorous eyes told me she knew exactly why I hadn't answered her and where my mind had wandered off to.‘I; I apologize, Mrs. Carson.'‘Call me Jodi May,' she purred.‘Wha-ha, Yes Ma'am!' I nodded vigorously.‘I was asking I thought Brandy was dating Darius Pope. What happened to him?'Ice flushed thru my veins and my brain re-engaged. She'd known about Brandy and Darius; to some degree anyway; and she'd run off with a Big Black Cock-Monster herself. As a mature woman, she was a 10+, but as a Mother, in my book, she wasn't rating so high all of a sudden.‘So you were aware Darius Pope treated your daughter like a cum dumpster?' my countenance hardened. ‘She was handed about the team for all of them to use?'I could see it in her eyes; the comprehension; the denial; the creation of some fantasy which allowed her to carry on with the illusion she'd done no wrong.‘All White men think that way,' she settled on an imperious frown. ‘Darius loves my daughter.'‘And he's got the copious amount of humiliating footage to prove me right too,' I glared. ‘Or would have had if my family not intervened. Now Brandy has someone who truly loves her and wants to protect her from predators who would treat her as nothing more than three nameless orifices, a smoking hot body and a pretty face.'‘As it currently stands, it turns out Darius pissed off one too many folks and somebody decided to beat the ever-living crap out of him and six of his boys; all at the same time. Darius ended up crippled, maybe for life. He is currently hospitalized, undergoing reconstructive surgery on both his knees; in Little Rock. That doesn't matter because by the time Darius got his, I'd already convinced Brandy she was better off with me and she's stuck with me ever since,' I concluded.‘Poor Darius,' Memphis grew all concerned, nostalgic and misty-eyed. Yep, Darius had fucked Brandy's Mom as well. A quick information rewind had me recalling this convention of Big Bob's was a 'yearly thing', making the return of his runaway wife to his stoop rather conveniently timed.‘Where do I put your bags?'That brought her back to the here-and-now and looking at me, not through me.‘I imagine the Master Suite might be a tad inappropriate,' I stated factually.‘Young man,' she studied me, ‘this is still my house and I'll hang my clothes were I wish.'‘Absolutely, Mrs. Carson,' I nodded. ‘It is just placing them in the Master Bedroom comes with a complementary call to your husband; in Miami; while doing so in the Guest Room, the one at the other end of the house (because this house had Three), comes with some forbearance. By all means; decide away. After all; it is your house.'‘How do you think Brandy will feel about you threating her Mamma this way?' she pouted remarkably like her daughter.‘She won't give a damn,' I gave back nothing.‘My daughter and I had a better understanding of; things,' she turned all hurt and aggrieved. 'Things' like Mamma's infidelity and running off with a Black stud; because Brandy was lying to her father about getting some of her own at school.‘Things a White boy wouldn't understand,' she dug in her claws.‘Possibly,' I shrugged. Her shit was getting heavy. ‘I'd appreciate it if you would make your decision now. I was planning on cleaning up down here before waking Brandy with a few 'good morning' kisses. I can top that off with the knowledge you are here as well.'‘Put my things in the; far; Guest Room,' she motioned in the proper direction with a head toss. ‘I'll wake my daughter. I'm sure she has missed me.'‘Good choice,' I nodded. ‘Here is a piece of unsolicited advice. Your family hasn't picked up an automotive fetish in your absence; your daughter has friends over for the weekend, so making a commotion might by; unfortunate.'My information perplexed her.‘She is probably alone,' Mamma Carson hazarded.‘Unlikely. Taliyah was pretty upset last night so I'm willing to bet they crashed out with my brother; in the Master Suite while the five others are in the Game Room making use of the three sofas, sleeping bags and bear skin rug,' I hypothesized right back.‘Brother?' she worked out from all that information.‘Please come along with me while I explain,' and off I went. Reluctantly, the delinquent Mamma followed. Mind you, the far Guest Room was hardly a hardship being 12'x18' with a queen-sized canopy bed, walk-in closet and 72' wall-mounted TV. The counter-top space was minimal and the bathroom was down the hall, but since this wasn't the sleep-occupancy part of the dwelling, it was pretty much hers alone.‘As I said 'I'm Vladimir Samsonov'. My Mom and Dad are Gayle and Nicolay Samsonov. He is the new Senior Deputy and has over two decades of experience with the Alaska Highway Patrol and a legacy of law enforcement going back hundreds of years.'‘Of greater importance to you, no doubt, is that my Mom is Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov, heir to the Fonteneau fortune and estate; which is what brought us to town; my Great-Aunt Matilda's death and her Willing us the whole deal,' I gave Jodi May Memphis the 4-1-1.‘Oh,' she pursed her lips. ‘How is the 'town' handling this?'‘What?'‘The return of Gayle Fonteneau?' she inquired. She was in the closet, hanging up what she needed to while I was in the room, ass resting on the bed.‘Why do you think they would be upset?'‘Let's just say Gayle and her crazy brother didn't leave Kingston on the best of terms,' she evaded.‘I already know about my Mom's rape and the town's denial. I know my Uncle Theo went into Kingston, found four of those bastards and beat them so badly none ever fully recovered. I know the Mayor and Great-Aunt Matilda struck a bargain so that Uncle Theo stayed out of jail. I know the Mayor has passed-on, as has my Great-Aunt. I know my Mother hasn't forgotten, or forgiven, a damn thing.'‘I'm sure Mayor Fox and Chief Quinterre are less than impressed,' she smiled at me. She knew the score. This was BBC Country.‘Chief Quinterre is no longer Chief. He lost his job last Thursday night; for molesting my Mom, having one of his buddies molest your daughter, and being caught at it by an Arkansas State Investigator. My Mom is supporting Mayor Fox's bid for the State Senate seat while Chinedu Malik is in the dog house for his philandering ways.'‘That's; something,' she muttered.‘Oh, and the previous High School Principal is no more. He attempted to put his hands on my Mother, so she put him in Intensive Care; including ripping his dick off,' I kept chatting. By the flashing of Memphis' big baby blues; that was another BBC she'd be missing. Sadly, I was no longer surprised.‘The new guy; well, you'd have to meet him to believe him. He's a treat.'‘How so?'‘How to describe him; He's a college-marinated, proudly bi-sexual, agnostic, married-to-a-freaking-Goddess, beefy, Black Canadian-Haitian-American Fruit Loop.'‘Huh?'‘I stand by my assessment,' I grinned. ‘Let me go get Brandy,' I headed for the door.‘Vladimir, Vlad, ah; is Brandy; okay?' Jodi May worried.‘I do my utmost to make her happy; and I; well, I'll let you talk with her and decide for yourself,' and then I left.I worried about what I was going to say when I found Brandy. As I had surmised, she was upstairs, in the Master Suite, on her Daddy's bed,

Exorcism Fucking.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘You told me you are Darius' girl,' I threw her words back at her. She buried her face in a pillow and started to sob. I would have been aghast except Mom, the presentimental witch that she was, had warned me about this feminine tactic to avoid responsibility.‘Stop that,' I grew stormy-serious. ‘You don't get to cry, Brandy. I keep showing you I care for you and I certainly want you. You are the one with another man.'‘That's not fair,' she turned her tear-streaked face my way. Yep, it was an act. ‘You know that Darius and I are; complicated.'I sat up. Two could play this game. Besides, there was another girl I truly was interested in and by Brandy-logic, I was free to play the field.‘No,' I shook my head in denial. ‘It is not complicated. You want to fuck us both; ‘‘No Vlad,' she protested. ‘I only want to have sex with you; it is just; Darius has this hold over me.'‘You are not asking for my help breaking free,' I pointed out.‘Vlad,' she reached out and stroked my bicep, ‘You know it's; ‘‘Oh fuck yeah!' Taliyah sang out. Apparently those internet tutorials on 'finger-play' and non-penetrative erogenous zones had paid some vital dividends for Mikhail. I had delivered fuck-all orgasms to Brandy already today, yet she suddenly looked jealous. I could deal with that. I slid off the bed to some urgent pouting on her part. She didn't have to wait long.I pulled her off the bed by her left hand and into my arms.‘Ow,' she squeaked as I put a stinging, cupped hand to her bottom. She tried to maneuver away and the chase was on. If she tried to face me, I tickled her. When she tried to avoid me, her ass got a good spanking. She squeaked, squawked, giggled and yelped playfully as I hunted her down.Brandy proved shameless, nimble for such a full-figured dynamo and athletic. She went squealing down the hall, passed the kitchen into the den. When she vaulted the sofa like a pommel horse, she finally was able to put some distance between us. I could get over the sofa just not as fast as she could. She took the momentary reprieve to spin around and shake a scolding finger at me.‘Stop taking me for granted,' she surprised me.‘What?' it was my turn to squawk. ‘I'm not taking advantage of you.' Brandy looked up at our ten inch height differential defiantly. ‘Fine, I'm not taking advantage of you this very second.' She countered by poking her chin forward, putting her hands on her hips which caused her tantalizing succulent boobs to bounce.‘Brandy?' Taliyah panted. We both finally looked over at the kitchen bar counter. Taliyah was on her back, her head tilted back so she was gazing at us upside down. Her shirt was rolled up, as was her bra. Mikhail had her legs pushed up with her ankles on his shoulders. He looked wickedly pleased with himself.‘Taliyah?' Brandy returned the questioning tone. ‘You hate Mikhail.' Taliyah turned her head forward and to the side.‘I still hate his cracker-ass, but his tongue; the bastard refuses to fuck me though,' she complained. ‘It isn't fair that I'm not getting what you clearly are getting.' Mikhail was sticking to the rules so no tongue-fucking either.‘Taliyah, their Mamma doesn't let them have random sex,' Brandy informed her. ‘You need to talk with; ah; Mrs. Samsonov before you get any of the really good stuff.' Mom was three or four miles away, yet I could still make out the reverberations of her maniacal merriment. Her wacky plan was working for no sane reason I could understand.‘No way,' Taliyah grumbled. ‘I'm not asking their Mamma for shit.' Mikhail shrugged then let her legs fall to his sides abruptly.‘I can get tail elsewhere,' he snorted.‘You fucker,' Taliyah's grumbling turned to a snarl. ‘At least help me clean up.'‘Why should I? I'm not your boyfriend and from what I hear, he treats you like a whore too,' he mocked her. Did I mention my brother could be a cruel, pompous ass? Alex was the nice guy of the three of us. I was glad I had Mikhail for this episode because I bet Alex would have gone off-program.Alex didn't need to start having feelings for a girl who'd feed him to Darius' crowds without a hint of regret.‘Vlad, do something?' Brandy demanded with a pout for extra oomph.‘Like what?' I countered. ‘You are the ones who are cheating on your boyfriends and using us for your dirty-little-secret, sexual pleasures. We could be with girls that give a damn about us.'‘Stop being such a bastard,' Brandy slapped me in my left pectoral. She followed that attack up by rushing into my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me tight as she pressed her ear to my heart. What?I was beginning to wonder if I had been lucky never having a serious girlfriend before. For that matter, I was reconsidering whether my Father's blasé attitude toward women might indeed be the right way to go.‘Frankly, Brandy; I don't give a damn,' I adopted my best Rhett Butler. ‘I haven't had this,' I squeezed her ass so strongly she had to rise up against me.‘I thought; thought you would be different,' Brandy was somewhat shocked by my raw, brutal demands. She meant she thought I'd be more like one of the spineless limp-dick White boy she'd grown up with. I fucking hated stereotypes.‘I am different. I don't have to dress you in a dozen men's semen to mark you as my own.'‘I'll take you when I want, how I want and where I want; unless you run away; really, really fast.' I spanked both cheeks at once. ‘Wench, bedroom, Now!' Brandy gasped in pleasure, struggled free and beat her little wench-feet back to the bedroom. I strode after her like the Captain of my own World.‘Why can't you be more like him?' Taliyah complained to Mikhail. He had other things on his mind. ‘Hey; stop that; I'm not Brandy. I don't; ah; take it up the ass; I said; ah; stop that.'‘Bitch, the horse is outside. Make up your mind right now, or I'm going to make it up for you,' he growled back.‘I'll bite your dick off, White Boy,' she snarled in response. Since I didn't hear a door slamming, I assumed she chose to challenge Mikhail. I don't understand women. Back in the master bedroom once more, Brandy was trying to hide beneath the comforter.‘Vlad, can we talk for a; ‘ she balked when I ripped the comforter out of her 'frightened' hands and off the bed on one mighty yank. ‘Vlad!'I was on her in a flash. I didn't go straight for the anal intercourse. First we wrestled around. She nipped and I kissed her and suckled hard enough on both nipples to give her hickies.She didn't claw me, nut me, or hit me all that hard so I figured this was what my Mom had called 'aggressive foreplay'. What I did know was by the time I had rolled her onto her stomach, her ass was pressing and wiggling against my cock with persistent need.‘Lube,' I exclaimed. She froze up, figuratively (she was slick with hot, sticky sweat), and waited for me to 'prep' her with one finger; she'd felt a lot tighter this time out; and only reinvigorated her urgent writhing once I'd returned to my dominant spot over her. Even with lube in her anus and a generous coating on my phallus, it was tough going.In hindsight, I should have taken it easier on her, but I was inexperienced and Brandy was willing to scream into the pillow instead of telling me to slow down.‘Damn,' I grunted. ‘That's; tight; ‘‘Yes,' she whimpered.‘Does it hurt?' I stupidly inquired.‘Yes; ‘ she whispered.‘Good,' I growled. I pulled back until my glans dilated her sphincter, then slammed in hard and fast again. It hurt my cockhead, but I did it again and again anyway.I could make out her sobbing. While I was formulating a new plan, her thighs and ass began to quiver. The vibrations reverberated over her entire body and then she howled like a Lost Soul discovering Paradise. It was hardly something I could call a human noise. It was definitely jubilant.‘Ha; ha; harder,' she wheezed. ‘Fuck me; ‘ and I started repeatedly pile-driving her asshole. The first time I had been using my hips. This outing I worked all my brawn and weight into my thrusts. Her vaginal secretions made a mess of the sheets, coated her thighs and my scrotum and made this oddly erotic squelching noise every time I bottomed out in her rectum.I kept going, despite all-over muscle cramps, both of us being drenched in sweat and finally Brandy losing her voice until I shot-gunned a full load of cum deep into her intestines (perhaps an exaggeration). Brandy lay there, motionless after I rolled off. After two, or three, minutes, she mumbled something.‘What?' I rolled onto my side and petted her spine from the nape of her neck to the small of her a back. She mumbled something again. I kissed her behind the left ear, nibbled on the lobe then repeated my question.‘I really do love you,' she moaned. Shit.‘Ah, ah- aha, yeah, bi, bitch, ah, ha, is that all you, ah, got White boy,' Taliyah was getting progressively louder from the front area. I could hear the recliner creaking and imagined it rocking back and forth. This I had to see. Brandy was dead weight as I tried to drag her with me out of bed. I doubled back, swept her up into my arms bride-style and quick-footed it toward the noise.Taliyah's shoulders and head were evident over the back of the leather recliner. Her face was a mask of pleasurable pain, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her muscles strained whenever she rocked back. Mikhail was behind her, rhythmically pushing her forward then letting her rock back. His countenance was one of intense concentration. They were both naked and working up a sheen of sweat.My bet was on him trying to not be sadistic more than stopping himself from coming too soon. We Samsonov men had some incredible stamina to go with our bulky size.‘Mikhail, I knew you couldn't turn Taliyah away for long,' Brandy heaved with amused exhaustion. Mikhail shook his head in the negative.‘How's that ass, Bro?' I teased him. Brandy looked up at me uncertainly, then back to Taliyah. The Black girl's head hung in shame but that didn't stop her from giving back as good as she got.‘Taliyah!' Brandy gasped. ‘You gave up your ass; your anal virginity to Mikhail? I thought you would never give it up?'‘He held me down,' she grunted. She was clearly lying about my Brother overwhelming her as well as her raunchy gratification. Against all reason, Brandy began licking my neck and rubbing her torso, ass and thigh against my chest and arms.‘Mikhail, take her to the sofa,' I suggested. He looked up quizzically so I hefted Brandy high enough to cause her to 'meep'. I took Brandy to the sofa, placed her knees on the cushions and bent her chest on the back rest. Taking her by the hips with one hand, I pulled her rump back as I impaled her sphincter on my reanimated cock for one more ride.Eight strokes in and Taliyah and Mikhail appeared beside us. Brandy was in pure bliss. Taliyah squinted at her, then slowly gave into her own rapture. I'd always considered anal sex to be painful for the 'catcher' and not something a person could get into. Then I made allowances for Brandy's individual kink. Now I had Taliyah giving her asshole up to my brother and going wild.I seriously began accepting my novice status and the sad reality: Mom must have been a highly proficient slut to be giving such good advice to her nearly virginal sons. Her awkward (for us) verbal lessons, so hard to believe at the time, were proving timely and terribly accurate. The last trick, she said, was to treat a woman like you owned her while not to treating her like some random orifice.When I picked up the pace on Brandy's tight bunghole, Mikhail matched me. What was ecstasy for Brandy turned out to be too much for the anal virgin Taliyah. She bit down on the sofa cushion in order to stifle her scream. Taliyah vibrated up against him as her climax rocked her in a series of savage tidal surges.Brandy soaked in Taliyah's fuck-stunned look while Mikhail's gaze was one of frank appraisal of my girl's physical sensuality. She didn't press back to meet my thrusts, instead presenting her ass for the best angle of attack. Brandy squeezed her anus, and rotated her hips to give me as much stimulation as I was giving her.‘Damn Vlad, your bitch has it going on,' Mikhail laughed. Brandy shot me a quick look. Taliyah looked downright insulted by the comparison.‘Her name is Brandy, not bitch, Mik,' I glared back, ‘and your woman is looking unappreciated.' Calling him Mik told my brother I thought he'd crossed the line. Brandy's response was immediate.She arched her back up until her body was parallel to mine. Brandy kept up her gyrations allowing me to fondle her bodacious bosom while engaging her in a deep, soul-draining French exploration of the Lost Continent. The sexual act was a never-ending journey. Sensing she wanted to keep that pose for everyone's benefit, I slipped two finger from my right hand into our mouths.Those slick fingers went down to her clit and pinched that mighty nub between them. That really set her off. My left hand migrated from nipple to nipple, giving each areola a spirited slap. Her whines became orgasmic.‘Why won't you kiss me like that?' Taliyah griped.‘Because I don't feel like picking some other guy's pubic hair out of your teeth,' he mocked her. They started struggling, but Mikhail wouldn't let her turn around. He did make a concession to her amorous desires by planting kisses on her neck and ear. That mollified Taliyah somewhat, though she didn't stop trying to break free. One titanic exhalation brought Brandy crashing down from her latest climax.She hung limply in my embrace while I cradled her in my arms.‘Take a look at your brother,' Taliyah moaned. ‘He knows how to treat a lover, you Neanderthal. You could learn something.'‘I like my Black Bitches quiet,' he teased. ‘Why can't you learn that? Is it too complicated for you to understand?'That new bit of outraged allowed Taliyah to break free. As she spun around, Mikhail wisely (and stunningly) retreated.‘I ought 'a smack some color into you, Asshole,' she glared.‘That's only fair,' he raced behind the sweaty recliner. ‘I sure pumped a whole lot of white into you.'‘Rashaan is going to kill you when he finds out what you did to me,' she screamed. That was her boyfriend, the starting quarterback of the football team.‘Unless you want to visit him in the hospital, he'd better bring help,' Mikhail kept mocking her. ‘I'm sure he'll love you giving up the hole you wouldn't give him.'‘Argh!' Taliyah screamed loud enough to give me and Brandy a start. ‘You forced me and I'll let him know it.'‘That's two people lying and two telling the truth, Taliyah,' he generously insinuated the Brandy would back her friend over her fuck-buddy. ‘Besides, this is redneck Davis County, not niggah-loving Kingston. The law is on my side.'That was one 'N-word' too many. Taliyah kept chasing Mikhail who kept taunting her. Playtime had to end. The Sun was starting to set outside. Brandy seemed fascinated with the exchange of barbs mainly because I doubted she'd ever seen a White man openly confront the Black-White divide so fearlessly. This wasn't rednecks throwing empty beer cans and insults from the back of a moving pick-up truck.Mikhail was absolutely confident in his ability to withstand any retribution the Black high school power structure could throw his way. I was more worried about Dad and Mom, Dad wouldn't approve of our promiscuity, Mom had yet to bust up Taliyah to her satisfaction. How she'd handle Mikhail's ass-plugging solution was unknown to me.The immediate problem: Mikhail couldn't resist sticking verbal barbs into Taliyah and Taliyah always rose to the bait. My solution was to have Brandy get Taliyah back to the master bedroom while I gathered up her clothes. As Mikhail handed me her bra, he'd thrown it across the room when stripping her,‘I didn't ham it up too much, did I?' he winked.‘Nah. I think she thinks you are a complete and utter bastard,' I replied in a low voice.‘Damn, I really wanted fuck her today. She's smells great and she's fierce, a real tiger,' he kept smiling. Ah crap. Maybe he was smitten too. There was no way I could clue either Brandy, or Taliyah in on that. As fun as fucking Brandy was, as well as me enjoying being in her company, we had a golden opportunity here.Tomorrow a vengeful Taliyah would unload on Rashaan. He'd want payback. Darius would stop him until he found out I'd banged Brandy all over the place as well. Then we'd let the avalanche take its course. Letting slip our Dad was going to come see us at basketball practice; Mom would talk him into that for us; would guarantee a fight during school hours.Tomorrow was Thursday and Friday was an 'away' game so the football team couldn't get us after school then. That meant the team would be leaving school before the end of seventh period on Friday and there was no way they could wait to beat us up until next Monday. I had little doubt Darius would smell a set up. Convincing his minions of that would be the impossible part.In the bedroom, Taliyah was giving me a rather peculiar look.‘Are you afraid I'll steal something?' she sniped.‘What do you mean by that?' I was puzzled.‘He's not like that,' Brandy defended me; from what, I wasn't sure.‘He's White, you're White and his family are a bunch of thieves anyway,' she spat. Again; huh?‘Brandy?' I inquired. She gave me a confused look back. ‘Okay, both of you should remember I'm from Butt-fuck Alaska, before I came here I knew precisely four Black people and one of those was an infant; and go from there.'‘Oh,' Brandy nodded. Clearly I was a simpleton. ‘Taliyah thinks you don't trust her back here with only me because she's African-American and you believe she'll steal something.'I laughed loud and hard, my restive cock bouncing along with me. Both girls appeared pissed at my reaction, so I felt I needed to explain.‘Taliyah, you are the second hottest girl in school. I'm back here because I like seeing you naked as well as in various forms of undress. You are smoking,' I chuckled. ‘It is nothing more complicated than that.'‘Oh,' said Taliyah. She was both embarrassed about missing the obvious as well as loving a helping handful of padding for her ego.‘Oh,' pouted Brandy. ‘Second?'‘Yeah. I've got this thing for Amy Hutchinson,' I nodded seriously. Amy was a nice, sweet-mannered girl. She was also a sophomore, a late bloomer and flat as a board.‘Oh!' Brandy unleashed her faux-fury, ran up and slapped both my triceps. I was mesmerized by mammaries straining to break free of her frilly beige bra. Her beige panties were doing a good job of being transparent as well. She spun around like a ballerina and attempted a getaway. I was having none of that.I tackled her to the bed, press her chest down on the rumpled bed. She struggled sensually. I began nuzzling the back and left side of her neck. Then I began tickling her. She was helpless before my adroit fingers.‘Please,' she begged. ‘Please stop. I'm about to pee on myself.'‘Fine,' I withheld my torture, ‘but you owe me a two minute make-out session at your front door when I drop you off.'‘No,' she declared. Butt thump. ‘Never.' Hip shimmy. ‘Not happening,' she giggled while rapidly rubbing her panties over my unprotected cock.‘Let her up, Vlad,' Taliyah cooed softly as she ran a manicured hand from my right shoulder to my right buttock. She gave my ass a light pat to 'enforce' her command.‘God damn it,' I grumbled as I rolled off Brandy.I stared up forlornly at the ceiling fan. Brandy 'harrumphed', shot Taliyah a poisonous glance then went to all-fours next to me.‘One minute is all you're going to get, Mister,' she compromised. I leapt off the bed.‘Hurrah!' I fist pumped. The rest of the redressing went off quickly enough. I stripped the bed, rounded up the sheets and hung the comforter on the back veranda to let it air-out. It smelled like cunt juice and sweat, after all. I would put fresh sheets on the bed later. On the trail, I took point since I was the most familiar with the path. Brandy followed then Taliyah with Mikhail taking up the rear.Once we broke out into the bottom land, Taliyah moved up side by side with Brandy and began a sneaky conversation behind my back. According to my brother, they studied me a great deal while whispering. Occasionally, Taliyah shot vile looks back at him. He responded by sticking out his tongue and licking the tip of his nose.We Samsonov men have long, strong, agile tongues. I wasn't sure what genetic malformation was behind that. Upon our return to the stables, Brandy and Taliyah made to leave, but Mikhail stopped them.‘First rule of horse-riding: tend to your mount before tending to yourself.'‘Vlad,' Brandy looked my way. She nibbled on her thumb. ‘Is that a rule you follow; tending to your 'mount' first?'‘Only if I plan to ride her later,' I winked to her. ‘Then I know I'd better pet her, comb her flanks, feed and water her and make sure she is well refreshed before the next ride.'‘Give it a rest!' Mikhail scoffed. ‘She's already fucking you silly. You don't have to sell it.'‘Neanderthal,' Taliyah sneered at him as she shoved past him and back to her mount. Brandy sashayed back into the stables as well. If I wasn't careful, I was going to be picking straw out of my underwear.‘Brandy, what the idiot said, you don't need to convince him,' she teased her blonde friend. Taliyah and Mikhail waged a relentless skirmish resplendent with verbal barbs and rough, handless shoving. Before Brandy and I could get similarly distracted, her phone rang. A fearful flash of her eyes gave away the ID of the caller.‘Hey Darius,' she sounded upbeat. ‘What's up, Baby?' Darius wasn't screaming, so I couldn't make out what he said. I went back to putting away our tack and bridles. ‘I'm; ‘ I mouthed 'tell the truth'. ‘I'm at the Fonteneau House (Mom's family's last name) with Taliyah. Mr. Baxter wanted me to help Alexander and Vladimir with our first Civics project.' Not a total lie.‘What? Isn't what you think; of course, Baby; hold on; ‘ she handed the phone to Taliyah.‘Get us out of here,' Taliyah preempted Darius, almost. ‘We've been; listen Darius; no,' she grew sulky, then, ‘Don't be a Jerk!' she spat. Brandy gasped. Mikhail looked impressed and I was torn between the two reactions.‘I'm not your property; and I'm not your bitch either,' Taliyah grew more belligerent. ‘I don't give a fuck; if Rashaan gives a fuck, he can; fuck you,' she blasted Darius before she killed the connection.‘Taliyah; ‘ Brandy mumbled fearfully. The magnitude of her rebellion began dawning on the Black Cheerleading co-captain.‘Shit Taliyah, if you wanted to sit at our lunch table so bad, I could have told you a half dozen safer ways to do it,' Mikhail chuckled. She backhanded my brother in the chest which only made him laugh harder. Six blows later, he raised his hands in surrender. ‘Fine; you can sit on Alexander's lap next time.'‘Bastard,' Taliyah muttered. Her phone rang. It was Rashaan. ‘Hey Sugah, how's; yeah; with Vlad and his shithead brother Michael.' Mikhail took the opening to grab a breast and squeeze it. ‘Mother-fucker!' she yowled. Mikhail was already running around the horse to escape her.‘What; no; he grabbed my tit; what do you mean?' she dove under the mare and kicked my rambunctious kinsman. ‘Mikhail! No, the other one!' she screamed because Mikhail was starting to wheeze he was laughing so hard. ‘No, that's Vlad; yes, the one with Brandy. Damn Rashaan, you are as dumb as a stump. The Mean One!' she meant Mikhail.‘Triplets means three,' she sounded exasperated. ‘No, that's twins.' Swing and a miss. ‘I'll call you back. I'm making Vlad and Alex twins; No! They are not; Boy! I'll call you back.' Mikhail was howling so loud he fell over on his side, gasping for air. She leapt on him, legs straddling his hips and began wailing on his head and shoulders.‘Shut up you; ‘ Taliyah berated him.‘Excuse me,' Mom's voice snuff out hilarity with all the force of a glacier dropping on a candle wick. Even Taliyah's fury was quelled.‘Ah; ‘ Taliyah stammered, taking in their awkward situation.‘I heard it all; ‘ Mom glared. ‘Mikhail had it coming. Continue if you so desire.' Four sets of eyes blinked in surprise.‘Mom!' Mikhail protested. Taliyah tested these uncharted waters by smacking Mikhail's left arm, the one he was using to shield his head. Mom didn't protest, oh no.‘Bebe, let's get the horses taken care of,' she called over her shoulder. Bebe had been hiding just out of sight. ‘Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes, Vlad. Take your guests home and hurry back.' Bebe and Mom took our places while Brandy and I retreated hand in hand. Taliyah stood up without moving away. Mikhail extended a hand up, expecting her to help him out. Why? I wasn't sure.‘You fell down. Get yourself back up,' she mocked him. Mikhail chuckled, rolled onto his stomach then launched himself into a standing position. She was out the door and striding away when Mom spoke.‘Taliyah, if you want to fuck Mikhail, you'll have to stop being a whore to the football team, non-negotiable.'‘I don't want to fuck your son, Mrs. Samsonov,' Taliyah retorted as she spun around. ‘I hate him.' Mom's responding laughter was cavalier and of a remarkable caliber.‘We all hate the best men for us at some point and time,' she chortled. ‘You'll learn. All of us Samsonov women figure that out eventually.' Taliyah was rendered speechless.‘Now Bebe, get me that curry comb,' Mom truncated the conversation. We'd been dismissed and even the strangers knew it.Back in the house, ‘I hate you,' Taliyah reiterated.‘Thank God,' Mikhail guffawed. ‘I don't think I could survive you being affectionate.' She swung and missed. The chase was on again, except this time they were both laughing.Meanwhile, back at school.Alexander opened the door and walked into Ms. Blanchard's room. Five disinterested black faces and a nervous Ms. Blanchard looked his way.‘Whatchya doing here, Boy?' the leader of the male class sneered.‘Ms. Blanchard,' Alex handed her a note on official school stationary, ‘I've been assigned to your Augmented Benchmark Examinations Retest Group.'The Augmented Benchmark Examinations (ABE) Retest Group was for second-year seniors with special circumstances, such as athletes, who had failed to pass the exam last year thus didn't graduate. If the school failed to pass a certain percentage of student-athletes, the Arkansas Department of Education would suspend all school athletic programs until the school's graduation rate exceeded 85% (of incoming freshmen).For years the big fast bastard of an ex-principal had falsified records, but in 2008, Davis County took over the administration of the tests. After that, Davis County Consolidated High School had been barely limping along academically. Oh, our school had the best 10 year football record in Arkansas and two All-State Championships, but we'd been under academic warning for five of those years and for the past three years we'd been avoiding suspension by the skin of their teeth.How had that Black Fucktard handled the issue? He handed out incentives. In this case, the incentive was Ms. Blanchard. Andrea Blanchard had been fired from her first teaching job out of college in just two months and she took the job here out of desperation. When she arrived, she was given the worst of the worst students both grade- and discipline-wise.Then the principal put the screws to her. She'd been dodging the BBC for her first year. At the end of the spring semester, her English and Social Studies classes were scoring at the bottom of the rankings. She was given an (unpaid) special assignment. She had to help the team's star player (the QB that year) pass his A B E, or she would be fired 'for cause'.That would have ended her hopes of a teaching career. The jerk she was teaching had scored in the bottom ten percentile because he didn't give a shit because he thought he had a scholarship to some school in California. Now he needed summer school to graduate. Did he knuckle down and hit the books? Nah. He was smart enough to pass without much effort.What he did do was dial up the pressure on Ms. Blanchard. Bit by bit, she sold her soul to the super-star until she was a confirmed alcoholic and surrendered up her cunt (and a bit more) when he finally did pass the final exam. He went off to college out west and she got handed off to the next group of hideous under-achievers. Her abuse went on and on.Her retention was continuously based on her ability to motivate raising and repeat seniors to get off their asses and fill out the circles on a 'my IQ is at least 85' test. From the founder of this noxious fraternity, the BBC's developed an interesting ritual to confirm their dominant status.Anal and vaginal sex was forbidden on school grounds, during school hours. The 'students' settled for taking pictures of her sucking their cocks, their cum pooled up in her mouth and her masturbating. Every graduate was allowed to witness her having a gold star tattooed on her buttocks as a constant reminder of her degradation plus all her holes were fair game. How civilized was that?Had she not been half in the bottle most of the time, she might have been able to salvage some sort of academic career. Instead, she was coasting down toward a bitter end with her liver and sanity racing to see which one gave out first. Then Alexander Samsonov stepped into her life. He'd overheard two jocks joking about it when he first took Ms. Blanchard's English class the first day of classes.Since then he'd been slowly getting her to open up a tiny bit. She didn't know the full scope of what he knew about her fate, but my brother's sense of chivalry couldn't let this humiliation continue. His problem was how could he separate her from her tormentors? Neither the Principal nor the Vice-Principal would assign him the class. Not only were his grades far too high, those two knew the deal about Ms. Blanchard's servitude and disability.Exit the Fat Bastard Cocksucker and enter the Nutty-nutjob, Dr. Pierre. One impassioned speech about how Alex wanted to enter one of the doc's alma maters and eldest Samsonov triplet had his new, after-hours class assignment. Classes met from 4:30 to 6:00 pm every Monday and Wednesday with a prep test from 4:15 to 5:15 pm on Fridays.The schedule was built to work around sports training and game days; even away games. Alexander didn't meet the (low) requirements to be in the class, but then Dr. Pierre wasn't qualified to be an educator, so it all even out in the end.‘Oh,' Ms. Blanchard subconsciously pouted. ‘I wasn't aware you needed the help. You are; ‘ she looked over the sea of hostile Black faces, ‘welcome to; join us,' she petered out feebly.‘I will do my best to see all of us get through the ABE together,' he smiled at her, then met the hateful glares of his fellow academic refugees. ‘I want everyone to know the idiocy is going to stop; right here, right now.'‘What was that?' Ms. Blanchard shook away some of her post/after-school vodka haze as she tried to remember what was going on.‘Nothing, Ms. Blanchard,' he smiled at the educator. ‘I'll just take a seat.'Ms. Blanchard returned to her lesson plan for the day and after a few minutes, the boys got boisterous. Alexander had a pre-planned response for that. He took out a blue racket ball from his backpack and a leather-bound addition of 'War and Peace' in its native Russian.The moment Ms. Blanchard seemed truly distracted, with her back turned, he threw the ball at the farthest troublemaker. He let the guy know it was coming too. What happened next was the normal human reaction. The other four momentarily looked over to see if the fifth guy caught the ball. He did. Alex was being obvious about it.That also meant only the ball-catcher saw Alex smash W and P into the back of the closest moron's head. He blasted his fellow student out of his chair. The book's follow-through placed it back into Alex's backpack before anyone else was the wiser. The victim crashed violently into the Black guy next to him and the both went to the floor.‘What's going on?' Andrea asked when she turned around. She found two of her students on the floor (one cradling his cranium) one with a blue ball, two staring at Alexander with a 'wtf?' expression on their faces and an angelic Alexander staring at her.‘He hit Darnell with a book,' Devonte (aka the ball guy) exclaimed.‘This book?' Alexander motioned to the open ABE paperback book he had open in front of him, on the desk.‘No,' he grumbled. ‘The one you just hid.'‘Mother-fucker,' Tucker, (aka the Collateral Damage guy) pulled himself up. ‘I'm going to kick your; ‘ he threatened.‘My head,' the target moaned. ‘I think he dun broke ma head wide open.'‘Everyone calm down,' Andrea wavered.‘Of course, Ms. Blanchard,' Alex remained civil. ‘I must point out that Darnell appears to have been hit in the back of his skull. He must have been facing forward, listening to your lecture, so his attacker had to be someone behind him and that means it certainly wasn't me.'‘Bitch,' Tucker balled up his fists.‘Are you implying you want to view my testicles,' Alexander mocked him.‘Please everyone sit down,' Andrea pleaded.‘Your brothers aren't here to back you up,' Jase (the other guy closest to him) menaced. His buddy, Lamar, stood as well.‘I said 'please sit down',' Andrea turned shrill.‘Bitch,' Jase turned on her. ‘Sit your ass down!' He emphasized that by driving his first and middle finger into her sternum. Threatening the teacher brought Alexander out of his chair. Until that point, he'd been in the wrong.‘Care to try that on me?' Alexander challenged him.He had four; three actually (Darnell still hadn't gotten off the floor) buddies backing him up and they were all football players. Jase rose to the bait.‘Bitch,' he did the finger poke on Alex, ‘I told you, OW!' he screamed as my brother grabbed his two fingers, twisted his palm upwards then bent the fingers down toward the back of his hand.The others looked ready to rush in.

The Decade Project is an ongoing One Heat Minute Productions Patreon exclusive podcast looking back at the films released ten years ago to reflect on what continues to resonate and what's ripe for rediscovery. The second year being released on the main podcast feed is the films of 2014. To hear a fantastic chorus of guests and I unpack the films of 2015 in 2025, subscribe to our Patreon here for as little as $1 a month. In the latest episode, I catch up with author and hardboiled noir chronicler - Jed Ayres - to talk about getting your car back, ten years after the collapse in THE ROVER.ABOUT JED:AUTHOR OF FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD, CRIME FICTION AFICIONADO AND AUTHOR OF THE NOIR LITERATURE AND CULTURE BLOG - HARDBOILED WONDERLAND.TWITTER: @JEDIDIAHAYRESWEBSITE: HARDBOILED WONDERLAND Thank you so much for the ongoing support!One Heat Minute ProductionsWEBSITE: oneheatminute.comTWITTER: @OneBlakeMinute & @OHMPodsMERCH: https://www.teepublic.com/en-au/stores/one-heat-minute-productionsSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

“He embraces cringe like nobody...Nobody makes Michael Mann movies because they're too scared to..." My dear friend, noir scholar and primo crime fiction head - Jed Ayres - cuts to the core of why we love Michael Mann on the latest MINHUNTER.Jedidiah AyresAuthor of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood, crime fiction enthusiast and author of the noir literature and culture blog - Hardboiled WonderlandTWITTER: @JedidiahAyresWEBSITE: HARDBOILED WONDERLAND Join our Patreon for as little as $1 a month to receive an exclusive weekly podcast and access to the OHM Discord here.ONE HEAT MINUTE PRODUCTIONSWEBSITE: ONEHEATMINUTE.COMPATREON: ONE HEAT MINUTE PRODUCTIONS PATREONTWITTER: @ONEBLAKEMINUTE & @KATIEWALSHSTX & @OHMPODSSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Alex, Tron, Dawn and Chris shoot the breeze with friendly banter and musings that eventually wind up in an impromptu improvised comedy sketch - with soundscape.The writer's room, where the Writers pitch a new idea for a  show.Alex talks about getting hit-on in the gym with political overtures.The zombies come around to vote. Alex finds out about the Chippendales. What's a Peckerwood? - leads to photographing garbage for profit....and much much more! Thank you for listening. LIke what you hear? Want to hear something more? Drop us a comment at team@jestimprov.com Let us know if you want us to mention you in our episode, we'll do our best to give you a shout-out.Visit us anytime at https://www.jestimprov.com to find out more about us in Ventura, CA - including when to drop-in for classes and shows!

Open a new Window, Open a new Door.! Good Movie Podcast is back with a vengeance with the 1958 classic Auntie Mame.  When Mame Dennis receives the love and affection of her young Ward Patrick Dennis their lives will be changed forever. From the Upper West Side of Manhattan to the Deep South of Peckerwood, Mame Dennis knows that life is worth living and that most poor suckers are starving to death. Join us, Jonathan, Dan, and special guest Gabe a we recap the amazing plot of a film classique. "I stepped right on the ping-pong ball", imagine that? Rate, Review, Subscribe, and Listen to Us on Podbean/iTunes/Stitcher/Spotify Follow us on Instagram:@animewasnotamistakepodcast Or on Facebook:@animewasnotamistakepod Music Provided by: Cab Calloway, Irving Mills and Clarence Gaskill – “Minnie the Moocher” – RCA Instrumental/Karaoke Version Dave Flesischer – “Let's All Go to the Lobby”- National Film Registry/Library of Congress Kansas Joe McCoy, Herb Morand– “Why Don't You Do Right” – Claudia Santoro Instrumental/Karaoke Version

NordVPN: Get 4 months extra on a 2 year plan here: https://nordvpn.com/attwood. It's risk free with Nord's 30 day money-back guarantee! SHOPIFY: Sign up for a £1-per-month trial period at https://www.shopify.co.uk/shaun Sitdowns with Gangsters book: https://geni.us/SitdownswithGangsters Chris on Insta:   / octhedarkside8083  Chris's book: Orange County: The Dark Side https://a.co/d/8XlWXXL Shaun Attwood's LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/shaunattwood Sitdowns with Gangsters book: https://geni.us/SitdownswithGangsters Join this channel to get access to perks: / @shaunattwoodofficial  Please subscribe to our FAMILY channel:    / @attwoodfamily  Support us on Locals: https://shaunattwoodpodcast.locals.com/ 

Chris Curtis grew up in Orange County, California in area rife with addiction and crime. As a child he was not protected from this reality and in fact was encouraged to be a part of it. Struggling with addiction and turning to a life of crime, Chris ended up getting sentenced to life in prison as a result of California's Three Strikes law. There he found himself in some of the most dangerous institutions in the state. He's on the show to talk about how he ended up getting out of prison with a life sentence, cleaning up and overcoming his addiction, and becoming a mentor of hope for kids just like he was. Go Support Chris! Book: https://www.amazon.com/Orange-County-Dark-Christopher-Curtis/dp/1644565935 IG: https://www.instagram.com/octhedarkside8083/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@octhedarkside8083 Support the show and get 15% off your Perfect Jean order at https://www.theperfectjean.nyc/ with promo code CONNECT15 Head over to https://hellomood.co/ and use code CONNECT20 at checkout for 20% off your first order PLUS a free 5 count pack of gummies! Join The Patreon For Bonus Content! https://www.patreon.com/theconnectshow Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A podcast miniseries devoted to celebrating the 1988 contemporary classic, action buddy comedy MIDNIGHT RUN, written by George Gallo & directed by Martin Brest. Hosted by Blake Howard & Jen Johans of One Heat Minute Productions & Watch With Jen, respectively, each week, we'll explore the film we first bonded over when we became friends in 2019 by surfing through an incredible roster of guests from journalists to novelists & beyond who love it as much as we do.In episode four, we discuss De Niro's hotness, being scandalised by Midnight Run on cable while babysitting, loving diners and so much more.JEDIDIAH AYRESAUTHOR OF FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD, CRIME FICTION AFICIONADO AND AUTHOR OF THE NOIR LITERATURE AND CULTURE BLOG - HARDBOILED WONDERLAND.TWITTER: @JEDIDIAHAYRESWEBSITE: HARDBOILED WONDERLAND NIKKI DOLSONNIKKI DOLSON IS THE AUTHOR OF THE NOVEL ALL THINGS VIOLENT AND THE SHORT STORY COLLECTION LOVE AND OTHER CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR. HER WRITING HAS APPEARED IN VAUTRIN, BEST AMERICAN MYSTERY AND SUSPENSE, THUGLIT, TRIQUARTERLY, SOUTHWEST REVIEW, AND ELSEWHERE. TWITTER: @nikkidolsonSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

The Decade Project is an ongoing One Heat Minute Productions Patreon exclusive podcast looking back at the films released ten years ago to reflect on what continues to resonate and what's ripe for rediscovery. The first year being released on the main podcast feed is the films of 2013. To hear a fantastic chorus of guests and I unpack the films of 2014 in 2024, subscribe to our Patreon here for as little as $1 a month. In this episode of The Decade Project, my dear friend - a crime fiction enthusiast of the highest order - Jedidiah Ayres and I ask, "Do you want to remember, or do you want to forget TRANCE?"Thank you so much for the ongoing supportOne Heat Minute ProductionsWEBSITE: oneheatminute.comTWITTER: @OneBlakeMinute & @OHMPodsMERCH: https://www.teepublic.com/en-au/stores/one-heat-minute-productioTHE GUEST:Author of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood, crime fiction enthusiast and author of the noir literature and culture blog - Hardboiled Wonderland, Jedidiah Ayres.TWITTER: @JedidiahAyresWEBSITE: HARDBOILED WONDERLAND Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Peckerwood novelist and Hardboiled Wonderland blogger Jed Ayres returns to the podcast this week for a two-hour extravaganza devoted to the man famously dubbed "the poet laureate of wild assholes with revolvers," Mr. Elmore Leonard. One of the godfathers of contemporary crime fiction and an influence on every single writer working in the genre today (whether they realize it or not), Jed and I investigate the western genre that launched the Navy vet lovingly nicknamed Dutch. Revisiting a few films you've heard discussed on Watch With Jen in the past, including 3:10 TO YUMA and THE TALL T (both from 1957), we then explore some of the revisionist westerns made from his books or penned directly for the screen by Leonard in the late '60s and early '70s, including HOMBRE, THE MOONSHINE WAR, VALDEZ IS COMING, and JOE KIDD. A perfect way to kick off Noirvember since these are indeed works of Western noir, after these films were released at the end of the genre's heyday, Elmore Leonard moved to crime fiction. Fans of the author's work won't want to miss what is likely just the first of multiple eps devoted to Leonard. Originally Posted on Patreon (10/30/23) here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91886163 Theme Music: Solo Acoustic Guitar by Jason Shaw, Free Music Archive Shop Watch With Jen logo merchandise in Logo Designer Kate Gabrielle's Threadless Shop

It's time to play the music. It's time to light the lights. It's time to get things started with THE GREAT HENSON CAPER! 12 episodes. Three months. The life and works of one of the 20th century's greatest artists - Jim Henson. The series is written by the author of The Cinema of Paul Thomas Anderson: American Apocrypha, Ethan Warren and produced by Blake Howard.Episode five sees Henson cannot stop the momentum toward The Great Muppet Caper.EPISODE GUESTS:NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING BIOGRAPHER OF GEORGE LUCAS: A LIFE and JIM HENSON: THE BIOGRAPHY - BRIAN JAY JONESACTOR, COMEDIAN, PODCASTER BEHIND DEAD EYES AND THE GEORGE LUCAS TALK SHOW - CONNOR RATLIFFNEW JERSEY BASED WRITER AT OUTLETS LIKE BRIGHT WALL DARK ROOM, REVERSE SHOT AND MUBI NOTEBOOK - FRANK FALISINOVELIST, FILM CRITIC, PROFESSOR - JEFFREY OVERSTREETCOMEDIAN AND FORMER HEAD WRITER OF THE DAILY SHOW, AND CO-HOST OF THE FLOP HOUSE PODCAST - ELLIOTT KALANFILMMAKER AND PODCAST PRODUCER - ADAM VOLERICHCREATOR/CO-HOST OF THE FLOP HOUSE PODCAST AND FORMER WRITER AT THE DAILY SHOW - DAN MCCOYAWARD-WINNING AUTHOR, FILM CRITIC AND HOST OF THE TERRIFIC AND INSIGHTFUL WATCH WITH JEN PODCAST, JEN JOHANSAUTHOR OF FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD, CRIME FICTION ENTHUSIAST AND AUTHOR OF THE NOIR LITERATURE AND CULTURE BLOG - HARDBOILED WONDERLAND, JEDIDIAH AYRES.VOICE CAST:LIAM G BILLINGHAM - HENSON - LINKS: TWITTER, DIE HARD ON A BLANKSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

It's time to play the music. It's time to light the lights. It's time to get things started with THE GREAT HENSON CAPER! 12 episodes. Three months. The life and works of one of the 20th century's greatest artists - Jim Henson. The series is written by the author of The Cinema of Paul Thomas Anderson: American Apocrypha, Ethan Warren and produced by Blake Howard.Episode two charts the development and Henson's involvement in the launch of SESAME STREET.EPISODE GUESTS: NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING BIOGRAPHER OF GEORGE LUCAS: A LIFE and JIM HENSON: THE BIOGRAPHY - BRIAN JAY JONESACTOR, COMEDIAN, PODCASTER BEHIND DEAD EYES AND THE GEORGE LUCAS TALK SHOW - CONNOR RATLIFFNEW JERSEY BASED WRITER AT OUTLETS LIKE BRIGHT WALL DARK ROOM, REVERSE SHOT AND MUBI NOTEBOOK - FRANK FALISINOVELIST, FILM CRITIC, PROFESSOR - JEFFREY OVERSTREETWRITER AT THE PLAYLIST, THE CREATOR OF #AYEARWITHWOMEN AND #NOIRVEMBER - MARYA E. GATESAUTHOR OF FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD, CRIME FICTION ENTHUSIAST AND AUTHOR OF THE NOIR LITERATURE AND CULTURE BLOG - HARDBOILED WONDERLAND - JEDIDIAH AYRESAARON ARMSTRONGVOICE CAST:LIAM G BILLINGHAM - HENSON - LINKS: TWITTER, DIE HARD ON A BLANKSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this Episode 14 of Factz Ova Feelinz podcast with Spider Loc, his guest if Mohawk Matt, from the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles where he talks about growing up in the mean streets of the East Valley.  Topics: 00:00:00 - Mohawk Matt 00:01:06 - Getting the name Mohawk Matt 00:04:13 - Getting tattoos 00:06:20 - Serving time in prison, 19 total years 00:08:28 - As a Peckerwood having Crip and Blood connections in prison 00:11:00 - Growing up in the San Fernando Valley, Eastside 00:13:11 - Graffiti, tagging and gangs 00:14:42 - Picking his white race over Latino gang in prison 00:16:07 - Spider in prison with another ECC 00:23:21 - Matt did a YG video 00:24:17 - Bridging the racial gap 00:30:04 - Navigating the prison with SNY and PC populations 00:33:57 - The California prison system 00:34:43 - Experimenting with drugs, being addicted and now sober 00:40:03 - Deciding to go sober 00:44:21 - Joining the US Navy 00:50:49 - Reading books in prison 00:55:55 - Representing the Valley in prison 01:00:10 - Being a juvenile delinquent in the hallsSpider Loc Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/bangerzs23 Factz Ova Feelinz video clips on Street TV: http://www.youtube.com/streetgangs If you want to advertise on Factz Ova Feelinz send a message to STEF (AT) StreetGangs.com

Originally recorded on 10/19/22 If you ever wanted to really get to know your hosts, this is the episode to do it.   We somehow got off into a rousing round of our patented circle game, this one revolving around 70s television.  It's quality. From there we talk about: She-Hulk Werewolf by Night Baseball  More exciting CPAP talk Why the Chiefs still get to be the Chiefs The joys of Catholic guilt Enos Grandma's Eulogy Tales from the Territories on Vice What's on Your Desk Death Stories Enjoy!

The saga continues. In this episode, I talk with writer Jedidiah Ayres about his novel Peckerwood from 2013 (Broken River Books). We also talk about his movie-watching habits, St. Louis, screenwriting, Jack Clark's Nobody's Angel, blogging for Barnes & Noble and (Slavoj Zizek voice) so on and so on.

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Join us for "a ride with a trickster and a javelin man to a town down by the sea," in this engaging, analytical feature-length conversation dedicated to FX's 2010 wonderful one-season wonder series "Terriers." A sun-drenched San Diego set comedic crime show about scrappy unlicensed private eyes who are brilliantly brought to life by real-life friends Donal Logue and Michael Raymond-James, the series was created by "Ocean's Eleven" and "Matchstick Men" screenwriter Ted Griffin.Recommended to me almost exactly a year ago by my good friend, Pandemic Movie Club buddy, and "Peckerwood" and "Fierce Bitches" author Jed Ayres, it's only fitting that he chose to focus on "Terriers" for today's chat. The man behind the terrific blog Hardboiled Wonderland, which I've been fortunate enough to contribute to on occasion, there's nobody better suited to breaking down the building blocks, unforgettable characters, and ingenious twists of the whodunnit genre than Jed.Covering everything from the unbelievable chemistry of the actors and the throwaway lines that tell us so much about the characters they play to the way it cleverly subverts genre tropes and more, this episode was made with not only the show's fans in mind but also for those who, like Jed and me, adore the films, books, and series that helped create this irresistible world. Enjoy!Originally Posted on Patreon (2/11/22) here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/62429171Theme Music: Solo Acoustic Guitar by Jason Shaw, Free Music Archive

Nobody makes a creative, ultra-specific crime subgenre Letterboxd list quite like my good friend, Peckerwood and Fierce Bitches author Jedidiah Ayres. Inspired by his inventive and comprehensive "Just Dew It" list of Extreme Sports Crime Films (and their close relatives), we selected four titles to watch and discuss which were made and released during our childhood and teen years. Although we reference several movies throughout, in this episode, we focus on BMX Bandits, Point Break (1991, of course), Cliffhanger, and Drop Zone.In sharing stories about our relationships to the films as well as what we think makes them so special (or at least intriguing!), Hardboiled Wonderland blogger Jed Ayres relays the single greatest "how I first saw ___" story I've heard on this podcast so far. It has everything - subterfuge, daring, ingenuity - and it's honestly, very incredible and very Jed. So buckle up, make sure your parachute works, and try to avoid any flamethrowers or kids on bike as you listen to this fun installment of Watch With Jen.Note: Recorded in mid-August, I referenced my vaccinated dad's recent Covid diagnosis. I'm pleased to report that he is well today, thanks to that vaccine!Theme Music: Solo Acoustic Guitar by Jason Shaw, Free Music ArchiveOriginally Posted on Patreon here (9/5/21): https://www.patreon.com/posts/55798166

Welcome to Zodiac Chronicle. A 24-part investigation into David Fincher's 2007 genre-altering masterpiece Zodiac. It is adapted from Robert Graysmith's novel by screenwriter James Vanderbilt. The film, of course, stars an incredible ensemble cast led by Jake Gyllenhaal, Robert Downey Jr, Anthony Edwards and Mark Ruffalo. I am your host, Blake Howard. This is the eighteenth episode of Zodiac: Chronicle – Virgo Pt. 2. Today's introduction was a film critic and host of the terrific Watch With Jen podcast, my friend Jen Johans. Joining me for a rocky ride on houseboat Avery are Zodiac screenwriter James Vanderbilt. Former long-running editor of Time Out New York, editor, critic and writer for hire with bylines at the New York Times, Sight and Sound, Empire, a Zodiac true believer- Joshua Rothkopf.  Writer and film and book critic - Bill Ryan. Host of the Prog Save America Podcast, the creator of #AYEARWITHWOMEN and #NOIRVEMBER - Marya E. Gates.  Los Angeles based film critic and journalist for the Tribune News Service and Los Angeles Times, part-time lecturer at Chapman University and the co-host of the Miami Nice podcast, Katie Walsh.  Author of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood, crime fiction enthusiast and author of the noir literature and culture blog - Hardboiled Wonderland, Jedidiah Ayres.  Film critic at The Ringer and CinemaScope, author of essential movie books The Coen Brothers This Book Really Ties the Films Together and the recently released Paul Thomas Anderson Masterworks - Adam Nayman. And newcomers to Zodiac: Chronicle - Film Critic for the Los Angeles Times and NPR's 'Fresh Air', former Chief Film Critic at Variety - Justin Chang. Best selling author, screenwriter, journalist: as well as the host and writer behind our definitive series on 2001 cult-classic Josie and the Pussycats | Josie and the Podcats - Maria Lewis. And the profoundly talented artist that has helped define the look of not only the seminal independent film publication BRIGHT WALL DARK ROOM but also for ONE HEAT MINUTE PRODUCTIONS - Brianna Ashby.  One Heat Minute ProductionsWEBSITE: oneheatminute.comPATREON: One Heat Minute Productions PatreonTWITTER: @OneBlakeMinute & @OHMPodsMERCH: http://tee.pub/lic/41I7L55PXV4JAMES VANDERBILTTWITTER: @JAMESTHEVANJUSTIN CHANGTWITTER: @JustinCChangOUTLETS: L.A TimesBRIANNA ASHBYTWITTER: @brianna_ashbyWEBSITE: brianna-ashby.comMARIA LEWISWEBSITE: https://www.marialewis.com.au/TWITTER: @moviemazzPODCAST: Josie and the Podcats & It Came From The DeepJOSHUA ROTHKOPFTWITTER: @JOSHROTHKOPFJEN JOHANSTWITTER: @FILMINTUITIONPODCAST: PATREON.COM/FILMINTUITIONWEBSITE:  FILMINTUITION.COMKatie Walsh: TWITTER: @katiewalshstxOUTLET: Rotten TomatoesPODCAST: Miami NiceBill RyanTWITTER: @FACEYOUHATEOUTLETS: THE KIND OF FACE YOU HATE & THE BULWARKAdam NaymanTWITTER: @brofromanotherOUTLETS: The Ringer, Cinema ScopeBOOKS: Paul Thomas Anderson: Masterworks; The Coen Brothers: This Book Really Ties the Films TogetherJEDIDIAH AYRESTWITTER: @JedidiahAyresWEBSITE: HARDBOILED WONDERLAND LOS ESPINASSPOTIFY: ARTIST Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Welcome to Zodiac Chronicle. A 24 part investigation into David Fincher's 2007 genre-altering masterpiece Zodiac. It is adapted from Robert Graysmith's novel by screenwriter James Vanderbilt. The film, of course, stars an incredible ensemble cast led by Jake Gyllenhaal, Robert Downey Jr and Mark Ruffalo. I am your host, Blake Howard. This is the sixteenth episode of Zodiac: Chronicle – Leo Part 2.  Today, our introduction was the former film critic at the L.A. Weekly, Village Voice turned filmmaker, screenwriter of Black Christmas, and the former host of The Switchblade Sisters podcast, April Wolfe.  Joining me to ransack a trailer are Zodiac screenwriter James Vanderbilt. Online veteran, film critic, screenwriter, industry analyst, the legendary Drew McWeeny. Film critic and journalist for The Tribune News Service and L.A Times, part-time lecturer at Chapman University, and the co-host of the Miami Nice podcast, Katie Walsh.  Contributor for Film School Rejects and Stacker, Movies Intern at Paste -  Brianna Zigler. Former long-running editor of Time Out New York, editor, critic and writer for hire with bylines at the New York Times, Sight and Sound, Empire, a Zodiac true believer- Joshua Rothkopf. Writer and film critic at Film School Rejects - Anna Swanson. Writer & Director of THE TROUBLE WITH THE TRUTH, contributor to American Cinematographer & Filmmaker, AMPAS historian, the best screening moderator in L.A and probably the greater U.S, Jim Hemphill. Art director, writer and the creator of Cinephile: A Card Game, Cory Everett. Author of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood, crime fiction aficionado and author of the noir literature and culture blog - Hardboiled Wonderland, Jedidiah Ayres. One Heat Minute ProductionsWEBSITE: oneheatminute.comPATREON: One Heat Minute Productions PatreonTWITTER: @OneBlakeMinute & @OHMPodsMERCH: http://tee.pub/lic/41I7L55PXV4JAMES VANDERBILTTWITTER: @JAMESTHEVANDREW MCWEENYTWITTER: @DREWMCWEENYSUBSTACK: DREWMCWEENY.SUBSTACK.COMAPRIL WOLFETWITTER: @AWOLFEFULKATIE WALSHTWITTER: @KATIEWALSHSTXOUTLET: ROTTEN TOMATOESPODCAST: MIAMI NICEBRIANNA ZIGLERTWITTER: @JUSTBRIZIGSSUBSTACK:  HTTP://BRIANNAZIGLER.SUBSTACK.COMANNA SWANSONTWITTER: @ANNASWNSNOUTLET: FILM SCHOOL REJECTSJOSHUA ROTHKOPFTWITTER: @JOSHROTHKOPFJIM HEMPHILL TWITTER: @JimmyHemphillWEBSITE: jimhemphillfilms.comCORY EVERETTTWITTER: @modageCINEPHILE: A CARD GAME - cinephilegame.comJEDIDIAH AYRESTWITTER: @JedidiahAyresWEBSITE: HARDBOILED WONDERLAND LOS ESPINASSPOTIFY: ARTIST Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/exclusive-contentAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

The world is full of Peckers.....

Peckerwood novelist and Hardboiled Wonderland blogger Jed Ayres returns to the podcast to dissect classic crime movies with me along with their many remakes. Covering a total of 11 films, this episode is packed with information and great conversation, care of my intelligent, passionate friend Jed.Theme Music: Solo Acoustic Guitar by Jason Shaw, Free Music ArchiveOriginally Posted on Patreon here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/45254657

All the President's Minutes is a podcast where conversations about movies, journalism, politics and history meet. Each show we use the seminal and increasingly prescient 1976 film All The President's Men as a portal, to engage with the themes and the warnings of the film resonating since its release. For minute 121, I join the author of Peckerwood , Fierce Bitches and cinephile curator of crime blog Hardboiled Wonderland, Jedidiah Ayres. Jed and I discuss that this minute is waiting for someone to blink that encapsulates the feeling of the post-election voter fraud propaganda and Jed's theory that Pakula made slasher movies with recording devices as the weapons. ---------------------- *About Jedidiah Ayres* ---------------------- JEDIDIAH AYRES IS THE AUTHOR OF ( https://www.amazon.com.au/Peckerwood-Jedidiah-Ayres-ebook/dp/B00HGLBQDG/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&keywords=peckerwood+book&qid=1545951748&sr=8-5 ) FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD. HE WRITES ABOUT CRIME FICTION AND FILM ON THE BLOG HARDBOILED WONDERLAND. ( http://t.co/6xKCI4d3hL ) *Twitter:* ** @JEDIDIAHAYRES ( https://twitter.com/JedidiahAyres ) *Websites:* HARDBOILED WONDERLAND. ( http://t.co/6xKCI4d3hL ) Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

This week on Sally Jesse for center-pinners, we find out why your dad’s not impressed with your surfcasting skills, discover a pike fly you can tie drunk and fish hungover, learn how Mr. Bean can enhance your angling street cred, and discuss when it’s appropriate to dial 911 for a species ID.   Connect with Joe, Miles, and MeatEater Joe and Miles on Instagram MeatEater on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Youtube Shop MeatEater Merch See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this episode we review 'Comedy Show' podcast and learn a thing or two about podcast production. Paul explains why Valentine's Day is a romance killer. We take a deep dive into Peckerwood Hip Hop History this week, along with looking into the origins of the term Peckerwood. Why Michael Jackson is the best musical recording artist in history and how he closed the show on the Golden Age of American music. We also discuss some things learned by listening to other podcasts and what we could do to make our own show better.Music provided by Zircon Musichttps://zirconstudios.bandcamp.com/

Nolan North and Troy Baker need food badly as they enter the 1985 Arcade classic Gauntlet. Playing as the Wizard and Elf, (I'll let you guess who's playing who although it seems obvious) they figured out that they have infinite quarters which sort of takes the drama out of the situation. But don't worry Nolan discovers the joy of collecting treasure while never finding any keys. While Troy gives us the definition of the prison slang word "Peckerwood" and we finally learn the origin of the top RR hit "Shamus the Knight". Basically 26 minutes of madness. This is RETRO REPLAY.Let's Play!Watch the original episode on YouTube.Support the channel: https://www.youtube.com/retroreplay/joinWe have merch! Shirts, hoodies, pins! https://retroreplayshow.com/shop/Check out the RETRO REPLAY website and sign up for our newsletter.Follow Retro Replay on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook.Follow Nolan North on Twitter and Instagram.Follow Troy Baker on Twitter and Instagram.And finally follow producers Drew Lewis & PJ Haarsma.

Peckerwood>Brad>Beef Vegan Today on the show, Brad gets called a Peckerwood by a caller dubbed "Effeminate Jamie", we learn that We'd Rather Lose Our Jobs to a Robot Than Another Human (Unless it's a mexican robot) and our old friend Bingo stops by to guest host Listener Smackdown! Also, not getting hard means you won't work hard, sending unsolicited dick picks makes you a narcissist, and we shame people with uncircumsized shlongs.  Hmm, I sense this show has a theme....I just can't seem to wrap my mouth around it.  Support the show: https://podcave.app/subscribe/the-world-famous-frank-show-4eehjczc See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Merlot, Pinoit Noir, and Cabernet Sauvignon. During Your Commute or Your Lunch Break, Please Listen in on the Elitist Version of The Brothers as 'Bee' "Opens His Crate" and Shares with Us the World of Wine Connoisseurs and Sommeliers. Hold on to Something as Rocstar pulls the Sheet out from the BiB Wine Table of Discussion with his Cantankerous Attitude; BiB Welcomes Special Guest Guitarist from the Punk Rock Band 'Joe Suburb' -Paul Hundertmark aka Paully.Support the show (https://brothersinthebasement.com/contact-us/ )

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My 4 Year Old Son's Peckerwood vs Meto Snuggling Forties vs my Swinging Twenties  Funnier Dad, Happier Baby Theories   

Peckerwood Epiphany - February 11, 2018 The Very Rev. Dr. Christoph Keller, III

Peckerwood Epiphany - February 11, 2018 The Very Rev. Dr. Christoph Keller, III

Peckerwood – sauce boss – 100% pure – 2014Chick Willis – What goes up- must - From the heart and soul – 2001Niecie- Skin to skin – beyond the surface – 2011Chuck berry – My ding a ling – live at the filmmore – 1994Bobby Rush – Chicken Heads – Bo carter – banana in your fruit basketWilliam Clarke – Must be jelly – deluxe edition – 1999Lucille Bogan – Shave m Dry- 1934Bull Moose Jackson – Full ten inch – The chronical Bull moose Jackson – 2005Bessie Smith – do your duty – ZZ Top – Tube snake boogie –Blind Boy Fuller- whats like that smells like fish?Michael katon – BBQ on my Boogie – Chick Willis – garbage man Snatch and the poontangs – Hey shine - if I aint hit I'll eat my baby the filhiest of them all. – 1994

Everyday ice cream, sandwich mistakes, and forgotten bus routes with comedian Marty Quist

The Basterds and frequent guest Austin discuss Star Wars weaponry, answer listener questions, and debate a Thunderdorm bracket where 16 famous racists fight to the death with randomly drawn weapons.

Author of Peckerwood in the Hood: Misadventures of a Kansas City Cop, D.W. Rawlings joins Rob in studio to chat about American policing and the way he has made it humourous in his book.  More here:  http://www.dwrawlings.com/  

  Jedidiah Ayers is one of the driving forces behind Noir at the Bar and has been making a name for himself among the Grit Lit set for his books Fierce Bitches, A F*ckload of Shorts, and Peckerwood. It's a fairly serious interview with a guy known for his sharp wit. And if you couldn't tell by the titles for his books, this interview is very NSFW. Also, this isn't the typical highly edited interview, it is rawer than road rash.  

Warm, witty, and a wonderfully fun conversationalist, Peckerwood author and Hardboiled Wonderland blogger Jedidiah Ayres and Jen Johans dove right into a free-flowing discussion about blogging, the perils and pleasures of adapting books to film, great double feature ideas, and mutual pals on Twitter and the result is this fast-paced episode.Originally Posted on Patreon (5/6/20) with links to people, films, and sites mentioned here.Theme Music: Solo Acoustic Guitar by Jason Shaw, Free Music Archive

ONE HEAT MINUTE is the podcast examining Michael Mann's 1995 crime opus HEAT minute by minute. It's the 107th minute (1:46:00-1:47:00) - host Blake Howard joins the author of Peckerwood and crime fiction aficionado and author of Noir Literature Film and Culture Blog - Hardboiled Wonderland - Jedidiah Ayres. Blake and Jedidiah discuss that Brian Eno continues to be the MVP of this minute; the perfection of Michael Mann's execution of HEAT due to the verbatim run-throughs of this story in L.A Takedown and Crime Story and finally that Hannah is Mann's cipher delivering dialogue in this minute that is both a direction and an understated affirmation that we're never taking this crew alive. Watch your background, get clean shots, listen now.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations

ONE HEAT MINUTE is the podcast examining Michael Mann's 1995 crime opus HEAT minute by minute. It's the 144th minute (2:23:00 -2:24:00) - host Blake Howard joins the author of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood and crime fiction aficionado and author of Noir Literature Film and Culture Blog - Hardboiled Wonderland - Jedidiah Ayres. Blake and Jedidiah scrutinise the narrative significance of Lauren's (Natalie Portman) cry for help and ask the difficult question; where did she learn how to do this kind of thing in 1995? CONTENT WARNING: For this episode, we will be discussing suicide, however not in explicit detail. Help is available - click here for links and contact details. Guest: Jedidiah AyresSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations

First up in this two-part episode, I join film critic on sabbatical with bylines at Roger Ebert dot com and the Metaplex Brendan Hodges. Brendan and I wrestle with Mohicans impact and resonance and talk about how the rug is pulled out from us when we're expecting a Hawkeye versus Magua face-off. To close the episode, I join the author of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood and curator of noir literature film and culture blog - Hardboiled Wonderland - Jedidiah Ayres. Jed and I discuss the many iterations of Mohicans through the ages and reconvene for an emergency chat about Russell Means' electrifying account of his experience behind the scenes.Further reading:CHAT WITH CHINGACHGOOK: THE RUSSELL MEANS INTERVIEWABOUT JEDIDIAH AYRESJEDIDIAH AYRES IS THE AUTHOR OF FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD. HE WRITES ABOUT CRIME FICTION AND FILM ON THE BLOG HARDBOILED WONDERLAND. TWITTER: @JEDIDIAHAYRESABOUT BRENDAN HODGES I LOVE MOVIES AND WRITE ABOUT THEM ON THE INTERNET. I HAVE WRITTEN FOR A NUMBER OF ONLINE PUBLICATIONS INCLUDING ROGEREBERT.COM, HOLLYWOODCHICAGO.COM, LIVEFORFILMS.COM AND KEEPING-IT-REEL.COM. PRIMARILY, I HAVE WRITTEN FOR MY OWN WEBSITE AND BLOG, THE METAPLEX.COM.YOU CAN FIND MY FREELANCE WORK HERE. OTHERWISE, YOU CAN READ SELF-PUBLISHED MOVIE REVIEWS HERE, MY TOP TEN LISTS HERE, OR MY NETFLIX PICKS SERIES HERE. OR, FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER: @metaplexmovies.About the show: THE LAST (12 minutes) OF THE MOHICANS is a twelve-episode limited podcast series focusing on the climax of the Michael Mann's 1992 epic The Last of the Mohicans. The format of the podcast, which slightly differs from ONE HEAT MINUTE, utilises the entire final twelve-minute climax of Mohicans as a portal to explore the themes of the movie. The show examines the cross-section of political apparatuses, colonial superpower wrangling, and Mr Mann's riff on the "great American hero." The final episode - once again will feature Mr Mann to unpack his intentions with the film in the conception and orchestration of its grand ending.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations

“What was astonishing to him was how people seemed to run out of their own being, run out of whatever the stuff was that made them who they were and, drained of themselves, turn into the sort of people they would once have felt sorry for. It was as though while their lives were rich and full they were secretly sick of themselves and couldn’t wait to dispose of their sanity and their health and all sense of proportion so as to get down to that other self, the true self, who was a wholly deluded fuckup.” -Philip Roth, American PastoralWell, at long last, we’re finally here. Put on a suit and tie, take the #2 clippers to your hair, and bite into the lightning-blast-to-the-teeth cold of a frozen chocolate-covered banana, because today is the day we tackle the unstoppable force (or is it immovable object?) of Bigfoot Bjornsen. The foil and nemesis and brother and partner and shadow-self to our wayward hero Doc Sportello, Bigfoot is Inherent Vice in flat-topped and flinty microcosm, an exaggerated and funhouse-stretched portrait of loss and longing for times and people passed.And today, we begin the first in a handful of episodes exploring the twisted mind and broken heart of this warped sheet of plastic as he drifts out of a commercial for Channel View Estates and materializes into that very real estate development, just in time to catch his ol’ buddy Doc catching a snooze next to what suspiciously resembles a bloodied corpse… Together, Travis and crime novelist Jedidiah Ayres chew the rag on this human blitzkrieg of broken machismo aggression and sorrow—just who is Lt. Detective Christian F. “Bigfoot” Bjornsen, and why can’t we stop thinking of him?About the GuestJEDIDIAH AYRESJedidiah Ayres is the author of such crime novels as PECKERWOOD and FIERCE BITCHES, works ropebound with such control and ambition and bloodied romanticism that reading either is akin to seeing Jim Thompson's fallen kingdom of El Rey resurrected for a Cormac McCarthy campfire tale (seriously, read this motherfucker). He also writes about crime fiction and film on his site Hardboiled Wonderland.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations

All The President's Minutes is a podcast where conversations about movies, journalism, politics and history meet. Each show we use the seminal and increasingly prescient 1976 film All The President's Men as a portal, to engage with the themes and the warnings of the film resonating since its release. For minute 33, I join the author of Fierce Bitches, Peckerwood and curator of noir literature film and culture blog - Hardboiled Wonderland - Jedidiah Ayres. Jed and I discuss unpacking the obsessive relationships of guests of this show with the film, dogged detectives and sharing this movie with a teenager. ABOUT JEDIDIAH AYRESJEDIDIAH AYRES IS THE AUTHOR OF FIERCE BITCHES, PECKERWOOD. HE WRITES ABOUT CRIME FICTION AND FILM ON THE BLOG HARDBOILED WONDERLAND. TWITTER: @JEDIDIAHAYRESSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/one-heat-minute-productions/donations