My black father was a flawed man, and he died nine years ago. I miss him every day. This picture reminds me of the good times, even though he really didn't know what the hell to do with my hair.
My black father was a flawed man, and he died nine years ago. I miss him every day. This picture reminds me of the good times, even though he really didn't know what the hell to do with my hair.
Hey, I resemble that remark.
Also, I am hot, but hesitant to show my real face on the 'Net. Trying to wean off that sweet, sweet Internet Validation Drug, lol.