I was born in a dusty house on Flicker Street in the City. My mother was assisted by my brother, Oliver, who was only three at the time. My father was busy playing Carrom with the boys from work and wouldn't learn of my existence for another 72 hours.
How much for a hand? I've got one in a bell jar I'm not using anymore.
1 comment:
Duster,
You're so fuckin' touchy, babeee!
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