While living in Charleston, S.C. I became frustrated trying to get anybody…somebody to read what I wrote.
I thought…someone could confess to murder and they’d be ignored.
I wrote, “I have terrible luck with wimmen”
The first one was self defense. The second one was an accident and I had nothing to do with the third one.
I have terrible luck with wimmen
And if you want to know about me being molested by a huge black woman in a park when I was a young boy, search for
My Dark Secret