Pants, Fire, and Neighbors (Garden/Heart – Pt 4)
The story resumes.
I am on the offensive with a raised syringe, Norman Bates style, questioning a woman in white.
And finishes with a wardrobe malfunction.
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Tag: laughter
Bad Hair Days
I’ve had a two-year run of bad luck. Not horrific big bad luck but the kind of luck that wears away at you. I am the pebble in the middle of the roaring river eroding away into a mass of crankiness. First there is my damnable car. Never ever buy a Fiat. Italian design does […]