Ike Hearon
Joined March 2021
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That's a lot of paper.
The old man down the street was having a yard sale. I didn't know his name, I rarely ever saw him. He was reclusive and kept to himself, not caring much for the happenings of everyday life. My parents described him as a luddite. What exactly that means, I’m not too sure. I did, however, appreciate his taste in couches.
By Ike Hearon3 years ago in Futurism