Straight out of high school Mick's uncle landed Mick and me second-shift jobs at a textile factory. I asked Mick what the company manufactured. Gigantic rolls of something, he said. From three until ... [+]
The first day of his life on earth began, when a spark of magic from his soul ran out from under his feet, and what a joy it was to be lifted away from the quicksand of defeat. And, his eyes fixated in a state of bewilderment, as the mirror looked up at him from the palm of his hand. Just as the leaves kiss the ground, in one of the sweetest, yes, the sweetest sounds. So was the sound of the lengths of his hair, falling from the clippers, surrendering to the air. And, his frown now a coastal smile, as the mirror looked up at him from the palm of his hand. Soon he exclaimed to the heavens