Not much to show for the boys who grew up the way I did. Juveniles only in it for the thrills, no arrest record, money piles or illegitimate children this side east of the Hudson. 401 more words
Tags » Spilled Ink
Without realizing it.
It just kind of slipped past my brain,
like how, running late, I slid my
flats into my sock-wrapped soles
this morning. 82 more words