It's been a long time since me and Sarita have talked--she was upset that I got turned into a vampire for 30 days of night and viciously consumed her neighbor's dogs, beginning with their esophagus and ending in their colons.
But she gave me a call the other day after hearing I'd been hanging on the outskirts of Inuit circles, doing hallucinatory drugs and feeling like the back of my head was melting into the snow behind me.
The snow, consequently, became what I thought were falling stars. And let me be clear when I say that I know an Armageddon when I see one. A lady with a crown of stars stepping on the head of a serpent? The seven headed dragon trying to eat the little baby but can't so it decided to go for her other children instead?
I'm not stupid. Just drug addicted.
Either way, 13 tabs of acid and 76 peyote trips later--where the moon was my bed and the sun was my pillow, and starlight was nothing more than holes I poked into the canvas of the night with the pointed ends of pine-trees--Sarita called me and told me I need to get my act together before they deport my mommy.
And I don't want them to deport my mommy. She's a citizen.
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