Happiness. It's relative.
The landlord gave me thirty days. The letter came out of the blue. In the mail. An official letter with a return receipt attached that I had to sign so the mailman could tell the sender that I’d gotten the letter, held it in… Continue Reading “Lady Godiva”
When I was 12 years old, my father paid me a dollar an hour to work in our five and dime store. I was the only person I knew who was 12 who had a job. He gave me my pay on payday, the… Continue Reading “Shipment Day”
The landlord gave me thirty days. The letter came out of the blue. In the mail. An official letter with a return receipt attached that I had to sign so the mailman could tell the sender that I’d gotten the letter, held it in… Continue Reading “Lady Godiva”
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