I swear to Christ, my twin sister and I are nut-magnets. More so when we are together. If there is a crazy person in the room or on the bus or the city or the planet at any given time that I am nearby, the person will find me in the crowd and begin to spill the inner contents of their heart, mind, and history (and total insanity) into my face. Like the time I was at a busy bus-stop full of people and this guy comes right up to me, points into my face and says, “Fuck a white Jesus!” I said, “Rig

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