

He was in Portland, had his hair up in a bun and wore timberlands. Every time I spotted him he blew a whistle and had a bunch of crackheads beat the shit out of me and steal my left shoe. What the hell was he gonna do with my left shoe, no way his big feet were gonna fit him.
This is a reference to a comic.




One of my familial branches has been here since before fuckin James Town, we came over with a Jesuit mission somewhere on the east coast want to say Mid-Atlantic but the oral traditions forgot so I don’t have that knowledge.