Late Saturday night, I remembered that I forgot to pay my rent. So I had to drag my sorry butt out of bed, write up the check and march myself across the apartment complex.
The things I do to avoid paying a $50 late fee.
Anyway, it’s coming on 3 AM and I’m in my night clothes trodding along on a damn nice night. When I look up and see that the moon has this halo around it. A sort of orangish hue. Some might even call it an aura. That’s when it hits me.
On the Dave Chappelle show Charlie Murphy said when he first saw Rick James, there was this compelling orange aura surrounding Rick…beckoning Charlie to come forward.
As I looked at the moon that night, I felt this strange urge to jump with all the strength I could muster and maybe by some odd quirk of nature I would be pulled into lunar orbit where I would forever be bathed by that heavenly body’s soothing, reflected glow.
From then on, “I’m the Moon, bitch,” was all I could hear.
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