He did not believe in long hair and mini shirts.
His behaviour was as precarious as a hitchhiking hooker making up trouble.
But . . . he had theories about laws that prohibited hitchhiking and the realities of stars.
Perhaps they are not stars, rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pour through and shine down upon us to let us know they are happy.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
at 12:03 AM