[fso301]

Pop takes another shot, neat, Points out the same amber Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine, and Makes me smell his smell, coming From me;

Not a pretty visual image.

[Old Professer]

My father was a working man; one day he left to go have an operation on his eye, that night and three more, I sneaked a sweaty shirt from my parent’s room and slept with it next to my face,

My grandmother used to iron my handkerchiefs, she pretended not to notice my nightly forays to the hamper.