I had amnesia once — maybe twice. I went to San Francisco. I found someone’s heart. Now what? Protons have mass? I didn’t even know they were Catholic. All I ask is a chance to prove that money can’t make me happy. … Continue reading
I had amnesia once — maybe twice. I went to San Francisco. I found someone’s heart. Now what? Protons have mass? I didn’t even know they were Catholic. All I ask is a chance to prove that money can’t make me happy. … Continue reading