Chapter 4 – mini-me
I’ll be honest, I kinda liked mini me growing up despite all that ridiculous machismo I tried to copy. I was incredibly raw and wild, free and happy, and the world to me held countless possibilities. There was no can’t in my vocabulary, and I honestly believed I could do anything I wanted to. Hell, I even thought I’d end up being President or something one day.
Not too late right?
I mean if an inmate in West Virginia can get votes… Continue reading “Chapter 4 – mini me”