"I can read minds... I'm psychotic, you know."
Thoughts on the hear, know and every why... about the past, present, future; about what is, was, what could have been, and what may never be.
You can call me "casla paltac." Literally, "with only his balls," meaning, with nothing else but guts (balls). And moving forward...
Friday, September 21, 2007
Mama's Birthday Weekend
Goofing off outside Gerry's Grill while waiting for a table.
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