True Story©... Monkey Shines (still)
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Y’all remember my monkey, Ian? [link] What about now? Well anyway… When we left you in the discussion of Ian, he was at once a purchase that seemed like a good idea in theory but wound up being GODawful in application and came dangerously close to ruining my life to boot. Unable to recoup any of what he cost me, I angrily left him in the pet shop I got him from so he could AT LEAST be rehomed or some shit. About 9 months after the fact, still randomly thinking back to and stewing on the moments I blew buying a fucking monkey as a pet and not a Cane Corso like I wanted, my phone rings… Me: “Hello?” Caller: “What up, though.” Me: “Marlon, you ain’t from Detroit.” Marlon: “How you know that?” Me: “Because I have met your country-ass mama. Y’all from south Virginia. What’s the deal.” Marlon: “Shit, chillin man. What you got going on this weekend?” The sound in his background was familiar, but there is always some random shit happening in his house