Rude Truth: confessions of a political junkie

This was the closest I’ve been since walking away to grabbing a duffel bag and dropping into some smug prick’s district and grinding away incessantly for a year or so until the motherfucker wakes up and realizes the freak just ate his job for breakfast. I almost worked myself to death doing shit like that, but the stunned looks on their faces are priceless. And I just stand there, a total hot mess and non-verbally signal them, yeah, bitch, I just made that happen. No drug tops that high… and the shit never wears off… I’m still geeking on it.

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