He Wore Sweatpants And A T-shirt And Had Stopped In The Middle Of The Hall, Furiously Scratching One Bare Forearm. "fleas?" I Said.
When I Go To A Country, I Go To Flea Markets, Antique Stores. I Am Always Looking For Something.
I'm On The Verge Of A Total Breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, Possibly. It's An Absurd Existence.
When I Go To A Country, I Go To Flea Markets, Antique Stores. I Am Always Looking For Something.
I'm On The Verge Of A Total Breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, Possibly. It's An Absurd Existence.