She had these little stubby wings, like she could’ve glued them on, you know, like I’m gonna believe she’s a fairy. So she said, “I’ll prove it.” So she reaches into her backpack and pulls out this invisible cloak and she ties it around my neck. And she tells me that it’s impenetrable. You know what impenetrable means? It means nothing can go through it. No bullets, nothing. She told me that if I wore it, nothing would hurt me. And I did. And my whole life, I never got shot, stabbed, nothing. I mean, how weird is that?
Have you crashed in a world where the subtitles in our lives read “White” with a capital “W” and “God” with a small “g”? People don’t touch. They’re separated by glass and steel, and the only time they come into contact is by crash. May you crash and the invisible cloak protect you …