After some slightly painful soul searching, I've come to the conclusion that I ought not to complain about coming from a large family. I was the seventh born. And I should be thankful I grew up in such a sheltered area. It kept my childhood innocent. And my mom is the sweetest lady you'd ever meet. Everyone who bought groceries at the A and P knew that. I'm extremely sorry for any indications I've made to the contrary over the course of my troubled writing career. I can be a bastard. |
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Monday, March 26, 2012
Family Breeds Contempt
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