Short Stories & Essays

January 25, 2016

JJ Cords' real name was Julieta Juliana Cordoba. Her blonde hair was born brown. Her take charge, type A demeanor was about as real as her newly bought and paid perfect breasts. She enunciated her english exercises every morning to the slightest tinge of an accent, only noticeable to her. Working for her, while engaging and dynamic was exhausting and I couldn't take it anymore. She used to pay me $300 a day which was so not worth it. Trust me. No amount of money was worth it. She was erratic. One second you did a great job and the next you had to do it all over again. Nothing was ever good enough for her. 

 

Jules Cords was a poet. I met her in college when her blonde hair was red. She could write love songs with the best of them, but for some reason never pursued the spotlight. She never knew she was good enough. I remember one particular open mic night. Only four people were there, but those four people were mesmorized. We weren't very serious, s...

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