World’s greatest detective

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. 

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