SUMMER OF SORCERY by LITTLE STEVEN ft THE DISCIPLES OF SOUL. Story by Vin M
Weāve never emailed each other. We donāt need Facebook to be friends. We hardly text each other. And then, on the eve of another summer, you tap into your phone...
Weāve never emailed each other. We donāt need Facebook to be friends. We hardly text each other. And then, on the eve of another summer, you tap into your phone...
There were a couple of abandoned old sheds, and a few trees. A cow pen. The place was littered with old glass bottles, tin cans, parts of things. All of it became mine. My teenage refuge.