à la carte spirit by ilona fried
bringing awareness to the menu of life
flowers
Bullies and Bullets
My sixth grade teacher had a bristly mustache, acne scarred skin and a bulbous red nose one might find on an alcoholic. He sported mobster-like sunglasses, a leather jacket and a swagger. More often than not he sat on (rather than at) his desk in a corner of our rectangular classroom. The rest of us … Continue reading
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