Log 1
I landed in Houston yesterday. My parents keep the thermostat of my childhood home at a balmy 76 degrees F. I’m swimming – I don’t feel a temperature difference between my skin and the air. They have two tyrant dogs that run the house, with barks so piercing that I'm forced into fetal position. I bought their love by feeding them rib eye steak and roasted sweet potatoes off of my dinner plate.
Kid Naj original pottery :’) She was talented
Pap pick of me and the tyrants
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