Something Special Something New
Something Special Something New
I, Schminkie, never one to let the grass grow under my feet - as if it’d grow out of the fez or the furniture, right? HA! - felt something new brewing, always an excitement, and it was all there. Right there and ready. Paragraph after paragraph. Typo after typo. Flowing flowing. This’ll be easy. I began.
It wasn’t going as …
