If you want to know everything about me, you have to look outside of me, but if you’re reading these words, you already know.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. A Helo 2.0. I froze and fumbled. Scared rabbit. So did he.

The full moon is driving both of us crazy.

I told him, I’m a very, very nice person. Why would you want to mess with a really nice person?

He said what he was hearing was that I’m dangerous to him and that maybe he should keep a greater distance than he has.

Whatever works. Always give that golden path for them to retreat upon, otherwise you get a shitstorm of a tantrum.

“I remember when it was just a California bear.”

I’m not a rebel. I’m a paradigm shifter.

Didn’t have to wait long. Both the crab and rabbit came out to play. Mikal I’d met before as Greg in Venice. A cappy. I’d feared he was a serial killer. This time he was a smooth, fast-talking chiro.

Chiros. What is with me and chiros. I told him chiros act like they want to help me, but they usually just want to touch me. He said, are you kidding? It’s your posture. They can’t believe it so they want to touch you. Of course they want to touch you.

Ohkay.

I asked him, why the women? Why are they always trying to touch me?

He said, because they’re all lesbians.

Hah! That was one mystery solved.