I have no idea how old I was when I wrote this story, but I have my father to thank for saving it. I guess I was visiting my brother at the Culinary Institute for his graduation ceremony. Not the greatest story ever told, but hey, it’s a start!
Writer, Philosopher, You Name It
I have no idea how old I was when I wrote this story, but I have my father to thank for saving it. I guess I was visiting my brother at the Culinary Institute for his graduation ceremony. Not the greatest story ever told, but hey, it’s a start!