Occupation: Unemployment
I do
not want to propose
that
you honestly think
very
little of me and my
work. Then I had a near
death
experience during
which I
nearly died. You
try
that while listening
to the
Bloody Beetroots!
Or
maybe not. He stops
me in
the middle of it all,
says
he’s having a divine
inquisition. Asks if I sent
the
text to Laura. Um, no.
Says I
should do it immed
iately. Um, okay.
So what
do I
do? That’s what I’m
trying
like mad to recall.
