As i enter the door of my wigwam i realize that my life sucks, you may not know me, but i
work in a sowing club. I sell my baskets and make a couple of bucks. Im single and i try not to laugh becaus my wife got killed with a bow staff. Me and my kids are working hard to make it but i dont know if i can take it. Without my wife I don't feel whole I feel like a butterless roll. I was always good looking so I considered to start hooking. Now i'm but a mourner sitting on the corner.