Rose mallow always remind me of Munchkinland in the 1939 Wizard of Oz. And specifically of the flower garden Sleepyheads (like Margaret Pellegrini, whom I met at the Judy Garland Festival in Gramd Rapids in the mid-‘90)
God he was a spectacular storyteller. And could turn a motherfucking phrase.
Also, Stacey . . . a barstool?? 😭(lol ugh dont ask my brother Paul about his broken arm 😩). It was surely a different time.
Why you gotta be a narc tho 😂🤣🤣
This is a magnificent read — raising my Trail Magic to Kevin ✨
Part of me is like, everything about this is gross and sad and pretty unfunny. Unfortunately the other part of me smoked a dogwalker, retains the sensibilities of a 15-y-o, and is dead inside