|Location||Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States|
|Interests||Genre ficton, literary theory, writing, cinema, theology, philosophy, wine, cooking, home roasting|
Aren't papier mache cuts the worst?
Sir, that is no laughing matter. I lost my second godfather twice removed to a posse of street thugs armed with papier mache. The smell of boiled water and flour brings on the flashbacks.