A Zeny Memory
I am 16 years old, the youngest person in an adult theatre troupe in Hollywood on Santa Monica Blvd on theatre row where I witness a stabbing at the liquor store next to the theatre.
Where I was once sold a bag of shelled sunflower seeds with maggots in them, I wish I could erase that disgusting memory. Maggots are the same color as shelled sunflowers seeds. I couldn’t tell at…
