Thursday, 19 January, 2012 17:42
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To the left is my Uncle George–I was named after him and I’m pretty sure he was queer. He was one of those little old men who hung out in toilets. One timer I found him in the piss-green, stinking Men’s Room at Penn Station on the North Side of Pittsburgh, Pa.
I had a visit from my niece Charley,(my ex-nephew) who I once called Charlee. Soft and gentle and very proud of her brand new boobs. Every time she comes for a visit she is more of a woman. She is a logger who lives in Mt. Shasta and she is coming to my birthday party on Feb.19th–two days before my real 88th birthday.