A dull olive green jacket has a scraggly stitched Cotton Field 1986 patch pasted on his left bicep. He sports dirty shoes of a worn adventure man, slacks just short of a growing man, a sinking knapsack of a man who struck gold perhaps to bring home to a girl named Sally. He rides the Rocket with red velvet seats and sliding doors to platforms of mystery. Ohhh, he is someone.
Created: Jan 01, 2012awristocraft Document Media