It was a crisp fall morning I woke up with a sore head on damp grass with only a black top and pants I slowly stand up I look around their is a play ground to my left and a street to my rite I don't no where I am or who I am
It was a crisp fall morning I woke up with a sore head on damp grass with only a black top and pants I slowly stand up I look around their is a play ground to my left and a street to my rite I don't no where I am or who I am