My imaginary audience is my deceased dad (grandad really.)
WWII, Pacific Theatre, Torpedoman 3rd class. Died in the early 80’s from mesothelioma. (Those battleship pipes were wrapped with raw asbestos sheets, lashed on with duct tape.)
I often try to imagine explaining to him stuff like the internet and Trump. Yeah.
My imaginary audience is my deceased dad (grandad really.)
WWII, Pacific Theatre, Torpedoman 3rd class. Died in the early 80’s from mesothelioma. (Those battleship pipes were wrapped with raw asbestos sheets, lashed on with duct tape.)
I often try to imagine explaining to him stuff like the internet and Trump. Yeah.
Ok Grandad, so this is a pocket pussy.
Well… That’s a starting point…
Going balls deep into the modern world I see.