I can’t seem to shake him.
It started as I came home from work Friday. I was halfway there when I saw his top-hat bobbing through the crowd behind me, and realized I was being followed.
I keep trying to shake him, but every time I think he’s gone I hear the gentle fwip-fwip-fwip of dreadlocks brushing his shoulders.
In darker moments I wonder if he’ll plague me to the grave.
I don’t know which of you told him I planned on recording with Akon and Beyonce, but when I find out I swear to God I’ll make you pay…
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