“They come to me at the door, genuflecting, grabbing my hands, thanking me, calling me ‘angel’ for delivering hot meal while they clamor in infront of the TV and wait for Pennies from Heaven.” It is amazing to see the disconnect, but it’s always been there, really. Since I was fucking 13. I don’t need …
Paul Haeder, Author
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Paul Haeder, Author 