That sounds like a working title to someone’s obscure memoir. Though that would be an interesting story to read, I really am in need of a clone of myself so I can keep one of me in New Orleans and ship the other off to NYC for acting school and delicious bagels.
No, seriously, I’m in a bind. It’s rough. I don’t know what to do, and I figured I’d get my thoughts out in a “safe place” as opposed to screaming them in this empty coffee shop I’m in. I’m the only customer, sad music is playing, and I finished all of my coconut water and need more. WHY IS LIFE SO HARD.
Okay, rant over.
Talk to y’all soon,