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.
