“A Slacker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Journal Entry #13 (a Villain’s Love)”

*That’s Biggie — the Black Alfred Hitchcock*

It’s easy being a villain — they made it that way — so stop playing with me. My philosophy, it stems from golf, logically; stopped watching since Tiger passed. He’s back to Eldrick now. And suicide is a tough thing to digest; so, before I digress, let me just say that, people may have felt a way, but never confronted me, regardless. And that’s their loss; because I’m feeling like I’m having nothing but wins. And I’m tryna connect, because I know God has been working on me — I’m just a man with sins.

And being a villain — the Joke(r) is on you for not just…wait, sorry — I’m supposed to be your hero, now — right? And at the height of my owns lows, it was “learn how to swim,” or, do this and do that; like, people always want to bury their fears, so they’ll give you those.

Villain.

I met Shorty — she’s five-feet-ten — at this cool little two-day house party for Day of The Dead. Dia de los Muertos. We speak the same language. There’s this teasing anguish that makes a man’s bone harden when you step back and take and craft your goals with vision.

So, she’s sitting on my lap; a dark and smokey scene. My head tilted back, blowing out Goji Berry, a hint of the chaser, Crown Black. For the royals, you know? Her breasts, like those…