I went to the desert for 40 days and 40 nights, in search of Woke Cultures Spirit Animal.
I found it !
Then I went to town and drank some Rum…
The rest, I don’t remember, right now, just that I didn’t get home alone.
But, I need plenty of Aspirins, so finding my way to the kitchen medicine cupboard, I found out she had left a little Chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind.
Got the Aspirins, and feed the poor thing some Sardines all blended up with goat cheese and peeled tomatoes.
Apparently she must have been in a selfhelp mode, which is good, right? since I could hear her opening the front door with my keys and then busy footsteps down the hallway and coming into the kitchen (no sign of Carlos at this point, by the way), maybe he wasn’t that blind or just a seeing dog when he fancied, she said:
Do you remember me? Do you think we should be closer?
I was waiting for the Aspirins to kick in, so… I went White House briefing room and said something like:
Can we circle back to that in like an hour?
” I feel your not seeing me, appreciating me and you are unresponsive to my needs, emotionally locked-down and I think we need to address those issues that you have privileged white boy, that are preventing you from emotionally connecting with me on a deeper lever to such an extend that you really should feel shame and guilt.
I never felt this neglected in my whole life. I need a Prince, not a Wanker”
Never drink Rum!
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