He cracks me up. He went on this long, rambling discussion about Ozzie Osbourne the other day. I asked him if he had any Black Sabbath. “Who?” I could just imagine the blank look on his face. I wanted to grab him and shell corn on his head. So I promised to get him some Black Sabbath. lol
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Published by Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood. View all posts by Mari Adkins
