By Robin Weaver
Not me, but could have been.
In sixth grade, I had a best friend who created a book of short
stories. Well, not an actual book, but a compilation of typed pages,
hole-punched and joined together by pronged fasteners. Even so… That was the
coolest thing ever.
Note, this same
friend later decided he’d sleep in a coffin every night. And did. But that’s a topic for another
Published on June 23, 2018 00:30