FFS
When the Cosmos Comes Calling
Answer your damn phone
I do.
Regularly and often.
Even when it doesn’t stop the shit from hitting the fan.
Pro tip: Your cosmic karma will only leave so many messages because you’re too busy to answer before it does something pretty fucking dramatic to cut through all your brilliance and denial.
I survived a Global Pandemic, an Illegal Eviction, and a Santa Ria Curse
And all I got for my trouble was Sacramento’s version of an illegal yet court-sanctioned Squid Game.
It’s called Pay to Play, and it’s not for the faint of heart or bank account.
I’m thinking I lost so hard, so fast, and so epically because my ability to smell a human rat has never been that great if I’m being honest.
And the fact that on an average day in my prior means of survival by peddling junk — on your best day you’re either going to be the rat, the cheese — or both.
Need I say more?
So by the time I’d reached January 2019 after 25+ years of brick and mortar and online-proprietressing while surviving a 5-alarm fire that nearly wiped out my entire inventory in October 2018.
