you dont wanna know where i found this song so when my buddy comes in he just about knocks the door off its hinges—i know because i saw the hinges crying about it later—and he says to me that i gotta go set up the record player for a forty-five.
Eight-Year-Old Self Writes A Story Good stories should have the things you like in them: the glittery, jewel-toned things otherwise unattainable.
A Hand In The Clouds Arthur worked this job. It was a job that he didn’t understand. It was a job that nobody understood. It was a job that required him to drive to these towns and villages and neighborhoods and look at the trees.