When it rains I often ask myself --Why am I in this ugly, dirty, racist town?
If not for my career which is nonexistant at the moment then for what I ask?
Another failed dream.
Photo By: Phil Dev
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Stormy Weather
When it rains I often ask myself --Why am I in this ugly, dirty, racist town?
If not for my career which is nonexistant at the moment then for what I ask?
Another failed dream.
Photo By: Phil Dev
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