what lady out there doesn't like a cat who can dance? it's a tough world out there when that ain't impressive no more. my mom was always awed. 1994, my mom and i had our issues. she was a widow and taking care of a confused, hormonal, pissed off, fatherless 15 year old. so, what happens when the grief prevents you from talking, and your son isn't about to admit to stealing your victoria's secret catalogues? you don't talk. you take your son to see james brown. in the future, there will be this communicative device called a blog, which your son will use to write "thanks, mom."
mothers are natures way of birthing you. they also put bandaids on shit when you fall.
upper marlboro, maryland, 1994
mr. mark still has no idea why the catalogues disappeared, but misses the second skin satin collection.
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