Monkey tree.

Just a bit ago, I was walking up MLK Boulevard with my bike. A woman, perhaps in her early fifties, stopped and started a monologue, telling me about watching her mother’s house nearby with a monkey tree in the yard, and something about not eating the apple (a Garden of Eden reference? It wasn’t clear). After this thread of ‘conversation’ was finished, she looked at me directly and said, “I need a husband, you know what I’m saying?” Then she glanced down at my bike, presumably noticing the rainbow flag/star of David sticker on it, and said, “Aw… I’ll take whatever I can get. Even a homo!” With that, she walked off.


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