
"It started off well until he got sloshed and went looking for insects. I would have only been about 5 or 6. He found a praying mantis on the fly wire door and put it in between two slices of bread and ate it. He pretty much forced me to take a bite but i didn't want to. Then he ate a snail. Then my mum and dad took us all home. Later that night the wife, daughter and son came over."
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"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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