A Different Orange CountyHe was squat, potbellied and barefoot; finding shoes to be a severing of mans' link to the earth under his feet. A tweaker and unwed father, we called him “the hobbit”. The mother of his child had given up drinking for the pregnancy's duration, but found quitting smoking too high of a hurdle to overcome. Across from him sat the tattooed halfbreed. Long black hair fell around deep set eyes and a warm smile. A cigarette half-hung from his fleshy lips. His worldly possessions amounted to a book of matches, some change, and a half-empty pack of smokes, which he would never hesitate to proffer, even to the non-smokers. There were others.A Different Orange County
Cheers!
Buuut, I decided not to go to Ventura for school. Or to go to school at all, really. I work to save up money to buy my own car, and it's a total drag! I don't live at home, I'm with my two best friends, who happen to be twin sisters.
You'll have to give me a call sometime, catch up and swap stories. I have a new number though.
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No Art Theft. Violators will be shot
survivors, Will be shot Again.
Nice self-portrait!!
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I'll try not to disappoint.
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