Actually, after I left her (because her brother was stealing from me), he died in a pretty horrific way very publicly (think news helicopter coverage of the end of a high-speed chase kind of "public"). In an article written about him, she admitted to having a psychic connection to him and dreaming often of him. Their mother was a fucking nut.
She was the first heroin user I dated. I taught her to use her foot on flush handles instead of touching them with her hands. She would have been a great wife without her brother annoying me and taking big things like gear and expensive leather jackets.
As for the incestuousness, everyone knows the only acceptable incest is sister on sister... 🙄🙄🙄🙄
@sean92008 I would read your book. Mine is pretty good, but not for the squeamish. Cavity searches, moonshine, risky sex stuff, hitchhiking stories, farm life, fights, horse kick to the testicles, road sluts, more road sluts, death, cosmetic surgery and remembering being born, jock itch, booze, cigars, booze,
@Bart Ell , cow tongue, witchcraft chicks, wearing a dress on stage, sexual deviance, hot wax and hot matches, accidentally starting a successful business, pubic hair stuck in my throat (several times, going to breakfast with a stinky face, the wallet I made when I was 7 in 4H that I still have and use, bad food, good food, second Christmas and much, much more.
