VIVE COME UN RASTRILLO Y UN HOMBRE JOVEN
1 day walking I saw a guy raking up my leaves. I punched a motherfucker. No, I didn’t. I lied. I wasn’t e’en walking. I didn’t want to lose my warm blanket. But the leaves were raked, either way. I haven’t seen them since. They’ll be OK, maybe. (dot dot dot) ¡Itchy blanket!
