noathdal
Noathdal
noathdal

I went to a catholic high school in the suburbs of New Orleans, and as part of our junior year “morality” religion course, we went on a sort of field trip to Angola. Looking past how obviously strange that is to stay on point, we were actually shown the death row “camp” (if i remember correctly that was the term for

I fondly and vividly remember ‘96 season, when the Pelican Park Tee-Ball League Players’ Association demanded each and every one of us receive a plastic baseball player painted gold