November 2010
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The knife that turned me into a pornographer....
I woke up yesterday with an uncanny feeling that my Dad had died. I sang Danny Boy, his favourite song, (he’s Irish) in the shower, then forget about it. He lives on a small Pacific Island with no phone so I couldn’t have known. I got the call just now that he had infact, passed. RIP, beautiful pirate:
There is no point to this post. I just woke up with some memories.
For my friends...
It’s my mother’s birthday day in a few...
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