Because your friends praise you all the time, so you think you’re the bomb. Goddamn it, you’re like the best piece of Heaven prancing around

So I’m sitting on the floor of my bedroom, drinking Red Label Johnny Walker (could do worse), eating a plate of cheese, grapes, cold cuts, olives and peanuts I assembled for myself while listening to Childish Gambino. I’m dressed in a tight black dress. My make-up is done. I’m wearing red lipstick that screams 1960s hot icon. My girlfriends are already at the lounge. It’s 10h30pm on a Saturday night. I’m eating peanuts while Childish Gambino recites his poetry. To be quite ho