some people get the bad parents I guess. It’s just fact. Not everyone can have the loving ones, the nice ones, some people have to have the bad ones. It’s unfortunate but true. I want to be able to hang out with someone tonight but I’m so sure that that is goign to happen because my dad is a bastard. He makes me think crazy things sometimes. It’s wonderful.
Blackness on the Vine
Blackness On the Vine is a performance piece written for and inspired by the performance …