Wednesday, September 5, 2007
How I met the Last Dragon Manicurist
I was sitting at a coffee house, drinking a cup-o-jo and smoking a sacred tobacco offering. This dude sits down nex to me with a silly-ass grin on his face: Conversation ensued. Before long he was looking me right in the eye and reciting poetry that he had written. Then he hands me a copy of his...
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