My best friend in Maryland was John Atkins and he lived here. His dad’s name is Churchill and he owned about 50 acres of crummy cornfields. I gave John my JNCO jeans because I wasn’t allowed to wear them. He was a lot taller than me so they weren’t long enough for his legs though. People made fun of him and asked when the flood was coming. We lost touch eventually and he wound up in jail on drug charges.
↓ 18 Sep 2009
