"I think about the times at the caravan and i remember a woman named Carol. She would ask me to take off my top whenever i came around to read with her two girls. I would have been about 8 or 9. We read books quietly. She said I was very strong and once she made everyone watch as I swung across the river with her eldest daughter on my back, holding on around my neck. She said "You must be very stong to hold her wieght like that". I felt like a soldier and I was proud. The Murry was a deep brown muddy coulor. It probally still is. I remember falling in love with a girl named Mandy. She was a model. Well she did a foot advertisment. Now I think about it that explains a lot."
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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