by S. John Thomas Have you ever looked at your own hands? Closely; for more than a minute? Have you turned them around and looked at the wrinkles, the scars, the veins, the raw spots; are they identic...
Read MoreBy S. John Thomas Sometimes I wish I smoked, that I was heavier, even that I was the picture of a walking heart attack. I wish I had that edge, someone exciting, someone who looked old school, acted o...
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