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Times have changed, I have a family of my own. A beautiful house and husband. Life is good. So good it allows me to think about this world with Indigenous lens, a proud "red face" and two red, glittery, magic heels once worn by another certain girl traveling the yellow brick road! Bitch, just kidding. 

For reals tho, let's talk about that kid, Childish Gambino. Yeah, THIS IS AMERICA.

It all started for me when I fell in love with his hit, REDBONE. 

Shirtless, mad dancing skills, them funkadelic beats and octaves that hit me deep! I love this guy. He is well educated, a filmmaker, a lyricist, a writer... the list goes on. 

Check out my video's in Chapter 1!Tous Droits Réservés

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TWO DRUNK F_CKS

Any party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck. In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. Simple. Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty five years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car? And of course, I wasn't alone. The little dimple faced dude from last night's party was in here too, by my side, and was... AWAKE. Plus he was grinning evilly at me. What the hell? And guess what was the first thing he said to me. "Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way." SLAP! I found my palm on his cheek. My eyes widened when I realized I just hit one of the heirs of the S.S.I. This dimple-face could blow up my estate with one of his 'toys' people were comparing to the Tsar Bomba.