Black Ribbon
Autofiction.
Then my uncle bought the costume shop. And, for a while, things got interesting again. New Years Eve, 1991, he let me borrow a classic notch-lapel tuxedo and some patent leather shoes. The whole p…
Then my uncle bought the costume shop. And, for a while, things got interesting again. New Years Eve, 1991, he let me borrow a classic notch-lapel tuxedo and some patent leather shoes. The whole p…