My Marlboro Man
I was raised by the Marlboro man. At least, he owned the jacket. It was free with proof of purchase, rewarded to only the most loyal of customers.
Though the tears have trickled to a stop, the pain pools in a hollow in my heart, deep and still. There are some things you cannot fix. There are things you cannot hide from.
I was raised by the Marlboro man. At least, he owned the jacket. It was free with proof of purchase, rewarded to only the most loyal of customers.