But not my guyze.
My crew I have with me. Long times. Ezspecial my sexy yoga trans. Man! She shur hotz! Like “Beva” porn star I seen. I take her with me when I go, if my wife not fine out. She would cuts my root off. For shurs!
But my guys? Ware are they gones? I can’t see in this fuk-face fogs! My crew.
They say: Vova, go to garage where we films you for Man of Peoples show.
They say: We make you looks good. Like movie starz. Like Bogartz in Casablanca.
I laffs and tells them I am taller than Bogie! Better looks too! Ha!
Ha! They all laffs at my joke. All time they laff at me. They tells me stands here. In front of microphone. Like president. Look strongs. Like I want help peoples. To fights for them. Yeah right, I
thinks. In new year I'm outta heres. For shur. Tonights, maybe I take
sexy Olena to nights club after shoot. We dance. Dinner. Then fuky-fuk. You gots
that right Vova, I say myself. Yass sir! But how long my crew makes me stand
here to looks like I care for Ukraines?
The fog is thicks. I cantz sees no body “Hey guys! Are we done shoot yet?” I yell. Why I feel dizzy? The fog
make my throat hurt. My guys tell me: It just dry ice, Vova. Like in movie. Breathe deep. Thas all. Look into camera. Not longs now. But I coughs and coughs. “Hey guys”, I call again. "Why Bentley and Rolls engine on? Are we go somewares?" Wares everbodyze? "Come
on, now! No jokes, guys!” [Cough-Cough....]
—“Man of the People" Audio file. December 4/2024: Final
take.
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