Friday, November 12, 2010

my mother, my father

my mother was bright, my father was good she says. I was asking her if she'd had many boyfriends. I can't remember, there were always so many people. I can't see all of them. I had a good life. I was with good people who I liked. I really have had a good life. I don't take shit from nobody and that's why I'm happy.

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