THE OPTIMIST

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I’m a positive person, an optimist. I naturally do not try to spot negative stuff around me, cause the world is already messed up.

Does it work? It’s not an easy life, I tell you. Allow me to illustrate. Have you ever been under a bridge, and try to ignore the smell of urine? You can’t use a peg to close your nostrils cause you have a big nose. The top of your nose looks like a summit, kinda like the one…do you know that scene in Lion King 1, when cub-prince Simba is held way up for the animal subjects to see by that monkey standing on a mountain top? Yeah, that mountain-top looks like the top part of your nose.

There are just some things that we as society ignore straight up, but that stuff stays with you like your demons.

I see bitches masturbating in public, and nobody says anything. These female dogs lick their behinds the whole time, and dogs don’t work so they do it the whole day; in miscellaneous positions too. I once watched this one female ghetto mama dog licking its behind for 8 minutes and 43 seconds. It stopped to get off the roadside to give way for a bike, sneaked into a cemetery through a hole in the fence and immediately resumed giving its behind a tongue bath.

Like them dogs, I don’t have a job.

Last night, I had a dream. A big brown bull was running after me, its horns accurately pointed at me. You know what I got from the dream? I, the optimist?

I should have me a beef burger today.

This is God telling me, “Vincent, you gonna eat beef today. Don’t care if you a vegetarian, don’t care if you Hindu. YOU ARE EATING BEEF TODAY! And when you walk up to the counter, you should first ask…’IS THIS BEEF FROM A BULL? I WAS TOLD TO EAT BEEF FROM A BULL’.”