living in the shack with no heat and mice
Christmas morning, Thank you Santa, thank you Santa
my mother too hungover to get up.
living in the shack with no heat and mice
Christmas morning, Thank you Santa, thank you Santa
my mother too hungover to get up.
when they divorced, my father left my mother destitute
it typically happens
don’t believe them that the man’s not gotta pay. He never did.
sounds like many of us have a bitter childhood, including me.
it wasn’t bitter, honey, it was great
I ran the whole town
I had enough isolation to become an artist
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