I was once young. I was once a virgin to Halloween. My little mind sponge fresh and ready to take in the smell of women’s screams. Could the fall night crisp dead leaf air actually take the form of a vinyl record?
I was once young. I was once a virgin to Halloween. My little mind sponge fresh and ready to take in the smell of women’s screams. Could the fall night crisp dead leaf air actually take the form of a vinyl record?
