Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Monday, November 17, 2003
*UPDATE* Have decided to nix the entire story for my screenplay. Must start from scratch again ... *sigh*.