… I’m a man who has been called by many a name. They happily called me Brownylocks when I grew my curly hair, ’cause I’m not blond nor did I eat the porridge of a bear. The time when I grew a beard came, this time they called me Jesus, they thought we looked the same. After that an old friend, who for a long time I have known, realised that even though I were serious I had a smile engraved in stone. This comical expression did reminisce the face of Batman’s nemesis… and thus another nickname was born for this very toker… a nickname not too long, but befitting — The Joker!
I, like most other kids in an urban environment, got myself formally educated. I am currently on the pat
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