I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies. I want to be mean and throw mud-pies. I want wake up in the morning

The summer of 1970 was the most memorable summer of my life. Khorramshar seemed nearly deserted in the summers but I loved it. The beautiful

I posted a few articles back in '01 (before 9/11). I engaged – and was engaged – in some amusing (and amazing) emails with Iranian

I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies. I want to be mean and throw mud-pies. I want wake up in the morning

I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies. I want to be mean and throw mud-pies. I want wake up in the morning

I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies. I want to be mean and throw mud-pies. I want wake up in the morning