Page 139 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
For context, I’m still paying off a rental car that got destroyed by a bull. Three million might as well be three billion.
But here’s the thing:
My Alphas aren’t giving up.
And neither am I.
We’re planning something huge. Something that might just save everything. I can’t share all the details yet (still working them out while trying not to hyperventilate), but I’m going to need you. All of you. Every single reader who’s been following this disaster of a journey.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that sometimes the family you choose, including the virtual one reading your chaos online, is stronger than the assholes trying to tear you down.
So stay tuned. Share this blog. Tell your friends about the Omega who’s about to fight back against the universe’s bullshit.
We’re going to need:
Donations (every dollar counts)
Word of mouth (tell EVERYONE)
Good vibes/prayers/whatever cosmic juice you believe in
Maybe someone who knows a billionaire with a heart of gold?
Details coming soon. Like, really soon. Like, we-only-have-four-weeks soon.
Tonight’s Omega Wisdom:Happiness comes with terms and conditions. Fine print. Hidden clauses that activate just when you think you’re safe. But you know what?
Fuck the fine print.
We’re rewriting the contract.
The person who orchestrated this thinks he’s won. He’s probably sleeping soundly tonight, dreaming of our failure.
But he forgot one thing. I’ve got three Alpha cowboys who’d ride through hell for me. And apparently, one of them is about to ride something almost as dangerous.
(More on that terrifying development later. I need wine first. Or whiskey. Or both.)
Meanwhile, I’m here trying not to let them see how scared I am. Trying to be strong when all I want to do is curl up in that hanging chair they installed for me and pretend none of this is happening.
But that’s not how life works, is it?
You don’t get to opt out of the hard parts.
