This clown didn’t have a hat on so we gave him one. Meet Douchebag. That’s him with his guitar. Is he talented? That depends. My Granny was very talented at lifting her skirt and showing off her legs during holiday season after a drinking a whole lot of hooch from a teacup. But would she be hired as a Rockette? Probably not. To be fair, it wasn’t so much the playing as the singing. The first time this clown sang for me, I had to pretend that someone died just so I could keep serious. When it was over I exhaled with relief but then he started another song so I had to pretend like someone else died. I had to have a special talk with God that night and ask him not to knock those people off just to teach me a lesson. I don’t know if he heard me or not but they’re still alive. So either God and I are way tighter than I knew or he was way too busy that night to be bothered. Anyway enough about this Douchebag’s guitar. Go click on The Steps where I’ll share what I learned during my relationship with a Narcissist called Douchebag.