I spend a lot of time staring into the eyes of dolls, looking for someone to stare back.
For a doll to star in these stories, you have to be able to imagine what she what’s going on her head. 345 more words
We’re still in 1983 and it’s the final night of the Grateful Dead’s three night stand in Eugene. The first two nights lacked the compelling “wow” moments that make some Dead shows remarkable, but they were both fun, listenable experiences. 474 more words