Friday, April 2, 2010

I am thinking of something to write about

and I can't right off the top of my head, so I guess I'll just write babout having nothing to write about.

So I guess I'm going to have to steal a story I just heard about the poor guy that grew up in a cabin he made with his hands because he had no father.

Seems like his father had died seven years before he was born.

Rough childhood.

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