Wednesday, September 18, 2002

So I've got to write something interesting here, if only to give the people at a run for their money. That's an expression my mother always uses. Along with "slicker than a greased pig" and "running around like a chicken without a head." Raised on a rural farm, my mom. The ghetto kids don't have nothing on her childhood. Sort of like Bastard out of Carolina, but not so pretty.

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