"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I scraped my knee for the first time in several years. There was an old man walking his dog down the street. He stared at me as I got up. Then I got cat-called. It was a rather embarassing walk down the street.
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