Lil' Jenny and Miss Sparty Have Taco Bell Privileges

So about once a week I walk the two and a half miles from my house near Flint to the local Taco Bell, where I get a loaded toasted breakfast steak burrito, a bacon quesadilla, a sausage crunchwrap, and four fiesta potato breakfast burritos. I don't normally make it all the way through my order, but that is not the point. The point is that the walk to Taco Bell takes about forty five minutes, and as of today the conversation on that walk is privileged to Jenny Taft, and on the way home belongs to Miss Sparty. The way home privilege was Murph's today, but she upset me so that privilege has been transferred to Miss Sparty.

But anyways, on the walk to Taco Bell we talked about cities and status. Jenny, as it turns out, has already done Los Angeles and New York City, rendering her a star and a god. Although I made it very clear to Jenny that she is not Chicago legit, a Key West secret, or a Seattle leader. And of course, she is not Flint fire. Jenny tried to contest that I haven't lived in Flint on my own, but I clarified for Lil' Jenny that I actually have, living on Martin Luther King on the north side of Flint for about two months. So, like I have said, fire is another thing that I am that Lil' Jenny is not. And then we talked about how France is where you become an artist, Tokyo is where you become real, and Manila is where you become a fighter. But we both agreed we each still have those left to go. Jenny tried to say she was going out to Chicago, and of course, as the Leader of Chicago, I told her that she's just not cut out for that. She has work obligations. She's not Chicago legit.

And then on the walk home I spoke with Murph, who was very foolish and suggested that she is the leader of Chicago. I of course, told Murph, if you really want to see Chicago for what it is, go downtown to Michigan Avenue, perform card magic at a wedding party after being spotted performing for a homeless man, sleep in Grant Park and under the Randolph Bridge, wash off in the video fountains in Millennium Park, win a twenty five dollar tip under the Bean, wander past the Trump building, design a fighter jet at the Starbucks on Jackson, and perform at Buckingham Fountain beneath the Chicago Skyline. It's downtown, I told her, Chicago itself, that is where I found my adventure. And Murph claimed to be south side, and it was kind of like, um, Murph, you're more Batavia. Aurora, Fermilab, a Chicago suburbs type of girl. You're not downtown, Murph. You're not downtown. And Murph claimed for a second that she was Chicago, Key West, Seattle, Los Angeles, and New York City... I had to straighten her out, and I asked her if she had done a month in each of those cities. And she had only done a month in Chicago and Los Angeles. And I was forced to admit, she's legit and she's a star, but she's not a secret, she's not a god, and she's not a leader.

But with that being said, I still have more cities that await me. I should make it out to Los Angeles in the coming months, and to New York City by next year, but when will I become a Mascow monster, a London gentleman, or a Sydney specialist? Only time will tell.

For now I am legit, a secret, fire, and a leader.

And of course, I made it in Palm Springs as well, so I am also a pimp.