Michael Turton

We’re at Dr. McDonalds. He has a big airplane propeller above the fireplace in the basement of his house where sick people wait to see him. I like the propeller. I’m in a little room with my mom and dad. Dr. McDonald is feeling my balls. My brother Terry callsContinue Reading

I’m behind the house playing in the dirt with my trucks. I’m tired of that. My brother Terry told me if I cross the road and go through the big ditch and if I just keep going along the side of two corn fields, I’ll come out at Walker Road.Continue Reading