There’s a serpent, a dove, and a Tree of Life.

The dove doesn’t want to get eaten by the serpent, so it stays in the tree.

The serpent? Well… I guess it doesn’t know what it wants at first.

Until the dove begins to speak to him, that is…

Poor guy. He’s got so many questions, but he’s asking them at the wrong time.

As he ponders the meaning of life, love, and circumstance, a twisted tale of betrayal and revenge unwind around him.

Asking “Why?” isn’t always the problem,  it seems. It’s the actions that result from the answer that are so goddamned problematic.

A wild tale of the unbelievable things a young man sees and experiences on his walk through New York.

I never mention in the story that he’s a Black man, but I feel like it changes the perspective when it comes to the reactions of seeing some of these insane things.

Despite its high cringe level, I plan to do a sequel as an ode to the global shutdowns after the Covid-19 pandemic hit. Something about seeing those empty sidewalks of Times Square just got me inspired.