“Shit, E’er’body gots cotton!! The blanket is in the weavin’, brutha!”
— my blues infused muse, shaking his head and chuckling over my pile of threads.
“Shit, E’er’body gots cotton!! The blanket is in the weavin’, brutha!”
— my blues infused muse, shaking his head and chuckling over my pile of threads.