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Coming to terms with and accepting the reality that your institutionalized

Muddy

USA

It’s dawned on me that my natural habitat is in the strip club. It seems I can leave it but it can’t leave me. Some recent signs

-I was at the library and told the librarian, loudly I might add. “Has anybody told you, you have a great pair of tits?” I was shushed and then promptly told to leave.

-A professor I thought had a nice ass so as a greeting, I grabbed it and gave little sugar bake shake oogie boogie. She has blue hair and is a race and gender studies professor at Columbia University. So this may be my last thread as I may soon be canceled.

-My young cousin was at her middle school kicklone competition. I went up to the stage and made it rain. Why didn’t I just clap? Why didn’t I just clap?

-I was on the phone with Shaniqua for 7 hours talking about drama with her Co-workers Shanice and Danisha. I don’t any of the people, not at all.

- And Grandma, bless her heart. I was on my way out and she did as she usually does and slipped me a $20. I went back and stuffed a $1 in her bra to return the favor. Grandma even now for christs sake.

-I was at the baseball game, a baseball game god dammit, America’s pastime. They started playing “Rhythm of the Night” by DeBarge. I got up on the foul pole sliding down it taking off my clothes, piece by piece, piece by piece. And when I got down I headed to the dugout dressing room for 4 hours to freshen up. I mean I never freshen up, hell I hardly even wipe, I don’t know what came over me.



I’m now like the opposite of Shamu. I need to be in the cage. All these young kids coming up thinking about getting in this game, don’t do it. Go baking or sewing as hobby. Don’t do this. My old life as I know it is never coming back. You don’t want this….You don’t want this.