Bull In The Heather
The Gideons Were In My Hotel Room Again:
She asked me, “What’s wrong?”
I could never understand that. Why did they all say that to me? It’s like they saw the axe falling way before I did.
I would always respond with, “Nothing.”
This is my first tattoo onto the internet. Facts, fiction, and fun. This site is a toilet for all the shit in my head. You, the reader, are unfortunately the flush mechanism.
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