Thursday 30 August 2012

Jive Noir - Iceberg Slim

            It was the beginning of a bitter winter. Mama packed pressing irons and waving combs into a small bag and wrapped me warmly in blankets and set out into the bleak friendless city to ring door bells, the bag in one arm and i in the other.

Pimp- The Story of My Life
Iceberg Slim

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