Saturday, February 11, 2017

chapter 27

...it would be another three years until summer camping would put a temporary hold upon the most bizarre tennis career in the history of the province...in the mean time i would go on to shave a dead ungulate on the middle of court seven and then proceed to run over it with a motorbike .

 i blamed it on all those boys with two handed back hands...and , of course...the devil .

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