Post by Calvin Lambert on Aug 2, 2011 20:22:51 GMT -5
In a cinderblock tub a young boy would be sittin in there with his right hand layin on his lap while he layed inside of the tub. His head layed on the hard cold stone but it wasnt to bad for him since he also had his kinda warm but comefortable hat he got from his father a few years back. He began to sing slightly to himself since he was listening to his one of favorite bands Greenday, closing his shiny light blue hues as if the word was never around him.
