

LeatherMy favorite jacket hangs in my closet, I never wear it. It is old, far older than I, A gift from my uncle. On the back there is a skull with a big purple Mohawk. The man who painted it was stoned and demanded twenty dollars. My uncle didnt ask for the skull, or the purple Mohawk, and especially not for the paint splattered all over the rest of it. That man never told anyone what he would paint. But that was before my time, But, When I wear it, I can feel the weight of age. Sometimes I will bury my head in the lining and smell. Everything worth knowing is in those smLeather
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