I met a man who said he was half Cherokee and half Scottish. He looked like Errol Flynn, and I told him so. He told me his dad looked just like Errol Flynn and was a killer, and I believed him. We were strangers, but of course we knew people in common. Doesn’t matter where I am on this planet, I know someone who knows someone. My tattoo artist is famous…
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