re: #335 Decatur Deb

When I was living with my mother (in a room behind a Chinese laundry) the nuns gave her shit for sending me to school with ketchup sandwiches and Army surplus clothes. She fixed it by dropping me on their doorstep to raise. (Different, cooler, nuns for accuracy.)

That’s a tough start. It’s hard to tell on the internet, but you seem to have turned out OK.