I had enough foresight to know there was going be no guarantee my shirt wasn't going to come off.

‘I’ve got this enema kit upstairs. It cleans all the poison and shit out of you. It’s better than a colonic. I’ll hook you up if you want. An hour later you’re done. Clean as a whistle’ he said before hopping on his ATV.

I took it in a weird way, like he was disrespecting my child. And they were, man. It left me shaken and disturbed, and all the questions kept coming up over and over again, like bubbles in a case of club soda. Who was this character in the bus station? And why was he trying to eat chicken chips? And for whom? Did Jesus lie to me? I didn't have any proof, but somehow, I didn't entirely trust him either. Why was my lawn not mowed? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn't, who did? And where the hell was I?

It's good to be the king.