(Or something pompous and hyper-intellectual like that.)
I work in a warehouse. I have always had blue collar jobs. I am a fairly dull fellow...as viewed from the outside.
My wife knows better, no wonder that I love her so dearly.
I hope, you dear reader, after dipping into my books, will also think the rather taciturn 5th generation Irishman who makes a living unloading trucks has a little something extra up his mental sleeve.
Please enjoy, and also please feel free to write me at Vladamir@vladamirjoneswriter.com
Fairwinds. - V.
Veni, vidi, scripsit.
(Or something pompous and hyper-intellectual like that.)
I work in a warehouse. I have always had blue collar jobs. I am a fairly dull fellow...as viewed from the outside.
My wife knows better, no wonder that I love her so dearly.
I hope, you dear reader, after dipping into my books, will also think the rather taciturn 5th generation Irishman who makes a living unloading trucks has a little something extra up his mental...
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