I was born to destitute crab apple farmers in the Carpathian Mountains. When I was three years old, my father ran away to Finland with the local barmaid. My mother was devastated, and began to neglect herself, the crab apple crop, and most of all my young, impressionable self. After several years of her insanity and disregardance, a young monastic novice from a nearby abbey took pity on me, and spirited me away in the middle of the night, as my increasingly unhinged mother slept in the bed next to mine...
To be continued. (Jitensha, 2005)
say something to me, dangit
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10/30/09
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say something to me, dangit