A troubled mind
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Brother, can you spare a dime?
"Ask me how poor we were as kids
- How poor were you as kids?
We were so poor we couldn't afford a fire. Come New Year's Eve my father would suck on a peppermint, and us kids, we'd stand around with our hands outstretched, basking in the glow."
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