Her name was Lieda what a name for a cat
It started with wanting some of the worlds best frogs legs. It ended with even better legs and me being a different, I like to think better, man. I still love her, way down inside where I keep it hidden, with respect, not from any kind of shame. I’ve never told this story before because I’ve always been a very private person but I think it’s time. I’ll let my kids read it one day so they can see why I was like I was. I’ve tried to raise them to think and I believe I’ve succeeded. I’ve used...