Me and my sister outside my house:
Landlord and me:
the crowd in a tunnel trying to scare the ducks
Alcohol,like a tornado, picked me up and set me down in many unfamiliar places, dizzy and a little bit torn up. This is my account of how a forty-six year old dyke manages to get and stay sober while rebuilding a life that never really got started in the first place.
1 comment:
Wow. Not bad. I'm impressed, great costume.
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