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The Memoir of a Lucid Dreamer — A Novel
#5.1 or some…Cocktail parties, and fake cultural misappropriation
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“Strangers in the night, to lonely people, doobie, doobie do…” Oh hi. I didn't realize you were here.…OK, where was I?………………….I think I’ve got it….No, no, no, no, no! Oh, I sort of remember.
I was thinking about the many chic moments I experienced in my past lives. Cocktail parties, in Parisian brothels, hanging out with Toulouse Lautrec. I even remember that great joint fund-raiser organized by the Black Panther Party for First Nations people…..Sorry, that’s Canadian. I meant for Native Americans. That where I met Harry Shapiro. Harry was a truel citizen of the USA, Canada, and the Mohawk Nation. He told me he was a Native American First Nations Medicine Person. Now that I think of it he wasn’t actually Mohawk. He was a compulsive gambler and a member of the Paparazzi tribe. He could be found at any party or fundraiser so long as there was booze, pigs in a blanket, and a Gambler’s Anonymous meeting…
