Daniel on the left, Jojo on the right, and there's me in my usual street attire--buck naked in a blanket.
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4 comments:
The other day I asked my mother how it was she allowed me to roam naked on the streets of San Francisco.
"We were hippies," she explained.
End of story.
...ah the 60s.
...ah the 60s.
I guess you were always a free spirit
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