Doug was Doug. He was, in his younger days, a really &)^%ass to women. But I guess the years mellowed him. The only keys that are on Doug's grave are mine. And, somehow, they seemed to have been soldered into his brass name plate. I just lay them there and somehow they meld into his name plate. Yes, the keys are mine, but the words are his. Even after our years were up, he always came by the see if there was anything I needed, anything I needed to talk about because he knew about the years of custody battles I fought for my daughter. She and I have been reconciled, she is 2… read more
Doug was Doug. He was, in his younger days, a really &)^%ass to women. But I guess the years mellowed him. The only keys that are on Doug's grave are mine. And, somehow, they seemed to have been soldered into his brass name plate. I just lay them there and somehow they meld into his … read more
Doug was Doug. He was, in his younger days, a really &)^%ass to women. But I guess the years mellowed him. The only keys that are on Doug's grave are mine. And, somehow, they seemed to have been soldered into his brass name plate. I just lay them there and somehow they meld into his name plate. Yes, the keys are mine, but the words are his. Even after ou… read more