Last night I dreamed a burly dude, someone like Rick Ross. He handed me his business card and on one side it had his name and phone number. On the other side it had a heart and a dollar sign. Or a Euro sign. I forget which, and it's not like it matters.
Like I said my life lately is planning one outfit for the club after another. I'm greeting people always. There is no shortage of fresh blood and the world is like. Like. Like.
A juicy plum.
I still want everything. And as far as I'm concerned it's all still up for grabs. This luxury, usually reserved for the young or rich or fabulous. This luxury. I couldn't live without it. So it's mine.
Wake up tomorrow. Take a walk. Shake it off. Decide if you are where you want to be.
And if you are not.
Go there.
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