When the Cosmos Comes Calling
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.
Rallying what I could muster I pushed my body, mind, and financial limits to the brink because I wanted to be DONE.
And all I planned for and thought I needed was two SHORT years to wrap it all up and be done for good.
Fringe on the Boulevard preaching peace, love, and good vibes only!
Not only was I fixing to wrap things up but I was determined to enjoy my last two years as in The Business by insisting all transactions, and client interactions are apropos of nothing less than rainbows and mother-effing unicorns until my lease was up in January 2021.
Unfortunately, this naive heart and mindset may have been my downfall or grace, depending on how you look at it.
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