This is no lie. I would see the movies back when I was a kid and think, damn, them some cool cats right there. I mean, logistically, it could’ve worked but on the other hand, I had this huge fear of jail time. I even thought it would be cool to be a Mafia wife. I know. Probably wouldn’t have me mixed up in there. I mean, I do talk too damn much. That’s a trip that I’d even aspire to shit like that. Like, I think it’s so cool those Mafia wives don’t have to do nothing much but cook, have an Italian/New York accent and have sex.
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I know. I’ve got twisted ways of thinking. Then again, it ain’t the worse thing and you know Maya Angelou was a madam. I aspired to follow in her grand footsteps. It’s a trip, what the mind thinks. You know, I was thinking of having whores walking on each side of me and in the same day, reading shit like Ntozake Shange, James Baldwin, John Steinbeck and the like. So, it’s like the mind is repetitively asking, school? Pimp? School? Pimp?…The brain is one helluva machine.
You ever hear folk say some of the most ridiculous shit and think, ‘Now, how in the hell did she fix her brain to come up with that?’ Really, folks are amazing no matter how idiotic they may appear. I mean, just the idea that they challenge other folk to scratch their heads and ask themselves, ‘What the hell?’ is extraordinary in and of itself if you really sit down to think about it. The thing of it is, everybody’s got something to offer and most of us have special things we can contribute in the way of a special gift we were put here for.
I won’t lie to you. I still ruminate on the thought of at least dressing up in a pastel-colored suit with a wide brim hat, only with men, who I’d call my mofos, on each side of me. If I could just have a snapshot taken and fabricate all kinds of tales about how I broke into the game from a woman’s perspective and had mofos bringing me back my money, I’d be able to scratch one more to-do off my bucket list. Imagine, if you will, how I could light up the faces of folk should I end up in assisted living or something like that. I mean, all them gathered around, wheelchairs, beds, walking with canes and all to hear about my dangerous, yet lavish lifestyle of pimpng my mofos. Shiiiiit, I’d be the life of the party. No doubt!
What about you, folks? Ever had any wild, unconventional dreams about how you’d like to spend your future?
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