A story about "Leaves of Grass, The Deathbed Edition by Walt Whitman" — 2 years ago
I started reading Leaves of Grass a year ago. I read song of myself one day at the mechanics. There was a dark skinned guy sweating and smeared oil drinking a coke in a bottle. I had to buy a new copy of the book because my boss stole it from me. He was a pervert and hit on old ladies. He got fired for that.
