scotch and strawberries

I see the email;

I’m outta here.

I need to buy a bottle
15 year old scotch
to go along with
crate of
waiting for me
(hand-picked by a white person…I doubt they taste different than when a Mexican picks them)
Trump might disagree.

If only a woman was here to join me while I bite down on this sumptuous looking strawberry…
what the fuck!?
dirty ass strawberry;
I knew I couldn’t trust white people,
forever tricking me.

I gotta send this text: “What the fuck? These are some dirty ass strawberries!”
Text returned: “Did you wash them?”


I never had to wash a strawberry before…

Ha! Let’s see who get’s that.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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