Dulfite on 01 October 2020
I don't exactly remember what happened, but I'm told when I was a baby some grown man walked into my bedroom, said my words to my mom, next thing I know mom's down for the count, the dude just disappeared, and now I'm left with this scar on my forehead that itches during seemingly random events. My uncle's in prison, or I'd ask him, both parents are gone. I've got this really old dude that rocks this dope white beard following me around all the time, but even he won't tell me what the scar came from.
