Herman Otto, is an homage to my grandfather, whom I was supposed to be named after. My mother forbid it, and named me after her father . . . so my pen name for my soon to be published books of fiction, is Herman Otto. I speak his name in honor of a life I never met.
Gurl, The Pig fucking destroyed! The drag show just got out and I am working my way towards inebriated after already drinking the WW Genesis, which was incredible, and the Deschutes Saison. Damn, yo. Fuck me, city life, Green acres is wandering away.
And, like the old days of photo development, your pictures will be ready tomorrow, bitch.