The Appearance of Another Self

If I were a biker, I'd be the front rider, the MC president guiding the rest to their destination: a seat around my old wooden table, where the decisions are made via vote.

If I were a bartender, I'd make drinks strong enough to take taste buds right off your tongue.

If I were an amputee, I'd be a lot like Lt. Dan: fighting God manifested in a hurricane from the peak of a fishing boat.

If I were a farmer, I'd grow the sweetest red beats you've ever had.

If I were a cake maker, I'd pump the icing full of LSD.