Death of a Lost Boy
RIP Corey Haim. My infamous hatred for Feldman didn't extend to you, the Corey my little sister had a crush on. All those teen mag posters on the walls of "her side" of the room we shared. The smiling face of a lost boy.
Welcome to the insights, ponderings and meanderings of a forty-something punk-rock momma with secondary-progressive multiple sclerosis and trigeminal neuralgia in Portland. Rather than provoke thought, I prefer to poke it with a giant stick. 🌀