rubbish that gets on the "New York Times best seller list"
A real writer writes a passage about dancing around the beer bottles flying across her folks' front room...
Or in my case it was a full baked beans can..
Every time for 45 years i open one i smile, and think, i LEARNED.... not to be him
and thank god i raised
myself
as it wasnt only the drink....
There is ALWAYS a silver lining...
.....as long as you read the right books.
I wonder if she even dipped her nose in?
To Bel Canto
There was more than one reason i passed my copy on
( the back is much more interesting, and anti-Eckheart.... real life)
