Life was at the studio about to shoot a beer commercial. The production assistant had just given him the five minute signal and the make up artist was finished with his makeup. (What am I doing? Everything I promised myself I wouldn't.) He got off the chair and hopped onto the computer, sat at the table across from the food trays and composed a message for Obrey.
"Madam Obrey, I have really been dealing with a lot of frustrating issues lately and I just wanted to say that communicating with you has really helped me see the things more clearly. Thanks for being a friend .
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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