The Beginning of Obsession
I was writhing in the middle of the musty truck, smashed between riders much larger, and infinitely older than me. I was 10 years old, or maybe 11. We were on our… Read more »
I was writhing in the middle of the musty truck, smashed between riders much larger, and infinitely older than me. I was 10 years old, or maybe 11. We were on our… Read more »