Raised by Wolves, Part I
Cliff’s son with the pink hair and “gauged” ear and the tattoos and the piercings.
I asked him “Why?”
He said, ”You know. . . to be different.”
I had to laugh: To feel so “normal” that you have to do something to show the world how different you are.
Something I can only imagine.
I asked him “Why?”
He said, ”You know. . . to be different.”
I had to laugh: To feel so “normal” that you have to do something to show the world how different you are.
Something I can only imagine.