The day when I am on a mountain, with four friends, smoking a joint and sippin brews, laughing at the world from atop. My mom calls me. She’s in Beirut with my family. They are planning a trip to Portofino. My love, she is somewhere hiding. Maybe in her palace in Paris. The others? Who knows. I am a King. We are all Kings.Β 

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