What’s that smell?
I’d been smelling it all day. There was no mistaking it. It was poop. It was following me around. Was it Hannah? I checked her bottom. Nope, no poop there. Was she just farting? Maybe, she does...
View ArticleThe lost day
NYE, 2000. I was all alone, in a hotel room in Canada at the age of 17. My parents had driven me there the day before, stayed the night and then left on New Years Eve. I think I went to sleep at...
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