Some people think I have no shame, but this is not true. In college I was shaving my chest, for at least a couple of months. I betrayed my mane. I am ashamed of this. Apparently whatever pressure there was it was too much for me to handle. I betrayed my mane. I take pride in my mane. The mane always grew back or else I’d not forgive myself. This was a low point in my life, those two or more months. I betrayed my own mane. My own mane. I betrayed it. My mane. I betrayed my own mane.
Published by Luke Meyer
Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot.