Autobiography - A Self Memoir (Click Pictures for Sounds!)
The bars didn't hold me long. After escaping with the French gibbon I was seeing, I traveled the world.
Her name was Darla.
Too soon, I was swindled into giving up Darla to balding men in a high-stakes bocce ball game.
I never saw her again.
Once the portraits Darla and I had painted together were shredded, I set off for greener pastures: the USA.
I had recuperated emotionally