How are you? I am fine.
So, for years, beginning at about age six, I would start all of my letters to friends and relatives that way. However, one day I looked at the latest letter I was writing and said to myself: "That is fucked up. I need to stop that shit."
I think I was 38.
Potato Knob, Black Mountains of NC. (Why? Because.) |
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