Timothy Campbell

Grauder had my will trapped in his bony fist. He leaned in like a vulture and smiled, so close that I could see his veined translucent skin stretched taut over his skullish visage.My stomach lurched at the realization that I was never a match for him I was born on the hood of a Winnebago, destined for great works as a result of my childhood spent in the Tijuana wilderness, with only 3 cigarettes and 4 hungry parrots to keep me company during my formative years and nine marriages. I have deep brown eyes you can get lost in and only date women with 1 syllable names so I can easilly tattoo the names on my neck. Will you teach me how to cuddle?