Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living in a car at the edge of woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, but I can read and write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (Update: Miracles happen....if you are reading my story I am part of your proof.)
I'm reading The Bone People at the moment...it was recommended...That's all I can think to say for you to know who you are...not sure if that is good or bad.
posted by WanderingScribe @ Saturday, April 17, 2010
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