1. Sunday, July 22, 2018

    zigadenus asks, “who are you”? 

    well, i was born a poor black child

    while in high school i went to iowa to check out a college, i was poisoned by a group of undercover miscreants

    collectively called the xbi

    who convinced me to move to california and join them.

    at first their intentions were good, but as time passed it became obvious to me that they werent who they claimed to be and i left

    but you never truly leave the xbi.

    in order to lure me back into their good graces they have attempted to bribe me with lavish gifts, beautiful women, and delicious tacos

    in a way, this blog is an accounting of the lovely, but immoral things that they have done to and for me so that i would some day return and fly their black helicopter, chopper one. the one thing i really miss. a lot.

    who am i? im the same as you, a temporary visitor to this mortal coil, skateboarding on the tightrope over clever and stupid, dreaming of a time when one doesnt introduce themselves by elegant words that could never fit on a business card, but instead hold up a lotus bloom and esp everything

    on saturdays i drive for lyft