How Not to Hold a Grudge
The bitch and I share the driver’s seat as I drive to the studio. She’s taking up most of the space. “Can you please find your own seat?” I ask. “Shut up, bitch,” she snaps back. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re the bitch!” “Like you’re completely innocent.” I turn up the music and block her out. The seat feels pretty cramped, but I manage. You may not see my inner bitch, even if we’re in the same room, but every now and then, she takes over. Like today. I’ve been holding some grudges, and … Continue reading