Ever since the dog got drunk & died & Mama went to prison, ain't nothin' 'round this farm has been the same. Y'know, when Maw broke out last Christmas, she drove that ol' getaway laundry truck RIGHT into a train...
My conception took place in a bed. Or on the floor, or over the stove, or on a park bench.. For the life of me, I can't recall.
I was, and you may know others who've gone through similar experiences, born in a hospital.
Went to (public) primary school. Thought it was for the fucking birds.
Went to public secondary school. Still thought it was for the birds.
College is next. It's an imperative issue I've procrastinated with for too long now.
Wish me luck.
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