In the season of mown grass, banana-oil sunblock, and smoky bonfires, and with the funk of my adolescence still fading, I sold tinny-smelling kitchen knives from a catalog that, to me, had the whiff of a just-cut check.
54: Smell
54: Smell
54: Smell
In the season of mown grass, banana-oil sunblock, and smoky bonfires, and with the funk of my adolescence still fading, I sold tinny-smelling kitchen knives from a catalog that, to me, had the whiff of a just-cut check.