YOUTH GONE WILD by SKID ROW Memoir by Nikki Tranter
I felt uneasy, like the world I knew at 11 was broken, and 17 transformed kisses into wounds.
I felt uneasy, like the world I knew at 11 was broken, and 17 transformed kisses into wounds.
A friend had brought his portable record player to our camp site, a dry creek bed. Sitting in front of that roaring fire, toasting marshmallows, we were introduced to the songs of Simon & Garfunkel.