BUFFALO SOLDIER by BOB MARLEY. Story by Bill Arnott.
I couldn’t determine his age. Maybe thirty. Maybe sixty. Weathered, muscled and lean.
I couldn’t determine his age. Maybe thirty. Maybe sixty. Weathered, muscled and lean.
When my age reached a suffix of teen, I worked after school. Had disposable income. Or rather, had income, and disposed of it. Spent it on records, then cassettes and a Walkman.