Cemetery Street
Page 176It was too hard not to beat up on myself, it's my one true talent. It's bad enough having a black cloud following one around, but when the cloud starts raining on innocent people, one considers living the life of a hermit.
It was too hard not to beat up on myself, it's my one true talent. It's bad enough having a black cloud following one around, but when the cloud starts raining on innocent people, one considers living the life of a hermit.