When I was a young boy. I had a horse named Phil. I grew up in the rough streets of Sacramento, but I really have a nice heart. I remember walking through the streets up my neighborhood wondering, "Who am I? What am I doing here? Do enchiladas really make me smell bad?"
I remember those days so vividly. I also remember sleeping until 1 in the afternoon. Those were those days.... those days are gone now. I remember the rust on my windowsill.
Clay never smelled so fresh as it did during the Dust Bowl.
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