It wasn’t that long ago that I lived in my car. Now it feels weird. It’s bizarre how quickly things can change in your mind. I keep wondering when I’m going home. I am home.
Bora and Kelly’s friend lives in Rancho Cucamonga. I admit that until now, I thought that was a name the Young Bucks made up. Her online posts are about three things, Tulane basketball (go Green Waves), some kind of female empowerment organization, and hawking Younique. I think she sold her social media creds to the Younique people, those posts seem too much like ads to be done by a normal human person.
People like to say that Amway is a devil cult, so maybe Younique is how she ended up with a possibly evil magic brand on her ass. After spending most of the day combing through her social media, I realized that I have no idea how to investigate.
I have no bookings for a while, so I guess I could just go and watch her for a few days and see if anything strange happens. I’m worried that Rancho Cucamonga is the kind of place where someone like me loitering in a not very nice car would be noticed and acted upon.
I wish she posted sexy selfies so I could get a look at that brand. I don’t really know anything about magic sigils but maybe I could search for it. She would never do that though, based on what I saw. Her vibe is very professional.
This whole thing could be pointless. I kind of hope that it is. Whenever I find something that is something, it never goes well. Usually someone ends up dead. I should probably just leave this alone.
But I won’t.
