I never realized the ghosts in this picture with Shiner and me until now talking to my aunt. Ron says it is just a reflection, me stuffing my face, but it is so much more than that. It made it to my Ghost Stories. That place was so haunted. A guy killed a car load of women and children right outside my door. I heard it all years later, and did not even know what happened until "talking" with one of mycommiespace friends who happened to be Johnny Gruelle's, (yes, Raggedy Anne), grandson. He had gone to school with one of the women who was killed. Here, is what happened: the estranged father of one of the toddlers followed the woman and her girlfriend with her child from the Sinking Spring MacDonald's. When they got to the railroad tracks he screamed, "Where are you going to go now, bitch?", and rammed them into the incoming train, four deaths: two women, two toddlers. It's all documented in my Ghost Stories. The diagonal lines behind me are another sign. Oh, my ghoul... TTYL... Drunk, it's Mardi Gras, Yall! 💖
