After Donald Trump got elected in 2016, I offered my services as his own personal Scheherazade. I offered to tell him tales of The Legend of Richy Vegas every night if he'd just keep his insane bullshit under control. I even offered to let him bugger me in the ass at the coming of the dawn.
Well he never took me up on that, so to speak, but I kind of had another taker on that offer. I do think that young woman I go on about reads these blog posts, and I think she might have even gone to the trouble to go down to the Central Library and read my comics as well. If that's true, that's awesome! From the very start, though, I suspected her of having it in for me. If my "tales" have managed to pacify her to some extent, well alright then.
The Sultan in Arabian Nights eventually gives up his murderous ways towards the women and marries Scheherazade, but I think maybe this young woman and I will go our separate ways before all is said and done. I have made a vow to myself to refrain from chasing her to the ends of the Earth and back, and also to not try to be some great guy and assume one hundred percent of the burden of seeing that all ends well, with myself and this young woman winding up as boyfriend and girlfriend, and my last post alluded to my desire to refrain from trying to win her over from some place I don't want her to be to some place I do want her to be. Whew! Long sentence.
I will reveal this, though. This morning I had an idea to do a comic book story about the young Dr. Van Helsing, and if this project ever sees the light of day. I will use this young lady's likeness as the female lead. I have at least eight more issues of my comic book to complete before I can get to it, and that might be just as well. By the time I get to this story, if I do it, I will probably just have an ever fading memory of this young woman's likeness, and she will have a hard time suing me over stealing her likeness in court. Ha ha!
Well he never took me up on that, so to speak, but I kind of had another taker on that offer. I do think that young woman I go on about reads these blog posts, and I think she might have even gone to the trouble to go down to the Central Library and read my comics as well. If that's true, that's awesome! From the very start, though, I suspected her of having it in for me. If my "tales" have managed to pacify her to some extent, well alright then.
The Sultan in Arabian Nights eventually gives up his murderous ways towards the women and marries Scheherazade, but I think maybe this young woman and I will go our separate ways before all is said and done. I have made a vow to myself to refrain from chasing her to the ends of the Earth and back, and also to not try to be some great guy and assume one hundred percent of the burden of seeing that all ends well, with myself and this young woman winding up as boyfriend and girlfriend, and my last post alluded to my desire to refrain from trying to win her over from some place I don't want her to be to some place I do want her to be. Whew! Long sentence.
I will reveal this, though. This morning I had an idea to do a comic book story about the young Dr. Van Helsing, and if this project ever sees the light of day. I will use this young lady's likeness as the female lead. I have at least eight more issues of my comic book to complete before I can get to it, and that might be just as well. By the time I get to this story, if I do it, I will probably just have an ever fading memory of this young woman's likeness, and she will have a hard time suing me over stealing her likeness in court. Ha ha!
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