Sometimes your passion aligns with circumstance in life.
We’d been working on that book proposal in Puerto Rico:
The Complete American’s Guide to Revolution
It was the latest iteration of that California trip I kept coming back to.
Our friend paid us to drive his car from Chicago to Cali-
good ol’ matt the matt-matician
and we picked up those ride shares.
anarchist hip-hop head and ms. fat booty
Ms. No Booty, she rejected our ass.
’cause we didn’t have a condom
She said no dude.
she mounted us
whispering in our ear and shit “no I can’t, nooooo tee-hee”
She did not
“tee-hee”
And yes, there were mixed signals.
But she was upset enough to later say we took advantage of the situation.
She didn’t speak to us the rest of the drive.
’cause we stopped
Because we started!
then why ask us for the condom!?
You’re going to have to ask her, I was
high AF
she was sober as fuck!
Well I’d feel violated if I didn’t just confuse myself.
