Sunday, February 27, 2005
Goodnight, moon
Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head...
All well and good, except my mattress in the tiny room under the stairs of The Mighty Corrente Building is on the floor, and most of my hair is a fading memory...
All well and good, except my mattress in the tiny room under the stairs of The Mighty Corrente Building is on the floor, and most of my hair is a fading memory...