acholomov
User Since:
I grew up in a small town called Larkinisar in a country you've never heard of. We had one sheep named Danika who died of epilepsy after I rode her to to city. I used her wool to keep warm in the unforgiving city-really-far-from-Larkinisar weather. I used tree stumps and toilet paper pulp to sculpt my art projects. Eventually a man by the name of Bono 'found' me. He supplied me with a computer and tablet and I continue to ride my new healthy --non epileptic-- sheep to and from city-really-far-from-Larkinisar and Larkinisar to visit my mother and nineteen siblings.
