Musings on Identity and Fried Chicken: A Conversation with Nina

But your life does not.. Oh my god Oh my god oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I know it ain’t, I know it ain’t the stallion I think so You know it’s your girl You are still a traitor Yeah, you are still a traitor Star, just pretend the ball is a piece of fried chicken What was that? What? It’s game talk Fried chicken is game talk. I’ve never heard that one before. Holy shit start We had fried chicken for lunch. It was a joke Why are you calling me a thought? Because you are respected as a thought. I can’t respect you as a little, too What are you? I’m a man and I’m a man, too I’m a man Nina