Some folks just like to collect stuff. Sam collects teeth. He’s got a big ol’ jar of em’ Some even got real gold in em. Norma and me got to talkin’ and we figured if I put that jar under my pillow I could get rich and maybe buy her somethin’ nice. Only Sam caught me sneakin it to my room and popped me good in the face. He even knocked out a tooth. He said if I wanted to get rich I could put that under my pillow and he’de make sure I had some more to give to if I touched his teeth again. I didn’t get no kickle for it.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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