Just Reading: What a Novel Idea

From five years old to fifteen (when girls, booze, and pot took over my life) I had my Reading Tree. As you can see, it sits in the P’s backyard, limbs formed into a cone-shape, which nestled my awkward, adolescent body quite comfortably.  There had even been a hole in the trunk deep enough to squirrel [...]

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