Fucking LOVE the twins. Y'all remember the sativa overdose? I couldn't type from shaking fingers. The nuts after the violent nuts? They were there. When I couldn't get y'all or Joe to figure out "call for help", these twins (retired psychiatric nurses, both of them, figured out, "you want us to call the police?" YES, thank you. These are the people telling me I need to professionally read tarot cards. I needed y'all to appreciate that with me.

There's a special goodness feeling reserved for when those who know you down to your most embarrassing moments (the twins, right across the street know more than you do,) urge you on in your most insane ideas like "um, you could do this."

He said I should get internet tomorrow. I'll give him a day leeway, and if this ends up being not, I need help with a ho fund me for a ticket to New York to kick him in the nads.

Go fund me. Keeping the typo for ho pride.

I keep thinking of a few years ago when we were doing poorly and I suggested the possibility of me doing tarot card readings and the look of embarrassed horror that crossed Joe's face.... These fucking twins are a bad influence. Just awful. Fuck, I love them.

Yup. Definitely need to put "any prophecy is accidental" on the sign.

Oh, no. The twins are after me to actually give them readings. I told them I do a near secular thing with a psychological approach for creative inspiration, they don't seem to care. I told them it would be an entertainment thing. Fuck. I need to practice tarot banter. Anyone want me to pull a card for them and give a really real reading? It would be so super accurate, I promise. Off to stare at the Zombie and Housewives tarot for "truths behind the veil".

Hey @th3j35t3r I bet @Alfred could write a book of political poetry that could sell to raise CoSo funds. I kinda agree with "why would I read a book that someone didn't bother to write", but I think I'd totally read that from cover to cover.

This was followed by a bit where one said she is clairvoyant and successfully predicted her twin about to sit in the couch and drink her coke. Again, I love them.

I'm amazed that I came up with a whole haunted tour idea complete with costume, and it took the twins across the street to state the obvious, "And end it with tarot card readings," followed by encouragement to do this for funds even before the script was ready. In stereo, saying the same thing at the same time twice. I love them so much.

Hold up. Joe knew I was on the street over religion. He knew I preferred to sleep under a bush than not be my authentic self for a year and a half. He thought providing me with shelter and food would be enough to get me to let him control me and treat me like my emotions don't matter. Lol. Silly man.