Well..I wouldn't even call it a brush. I'm not sure what I'd call it.
Many years ago..I don't know, maybe when i was abt 7 or 8. My uncle (Harry) was a corrections person (not sure abt title) at the Juvenile hall (aka Donald E. Long home) in Portland, Or.
While there, he befriended a young teen by the name of "Clay". Clay had been in and out of
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