Day 58 in the BIPOC house - Rev. Kevin O’Brien

Things are starting to get serious here. I can’t tell you exactly where I’ve been or what happened over the last four days, mainly because I don’t remember, but the bits and pieces I DO remember are spotty at best. It all started when I went to go do some damage control for a catholic priest friend of mine, Reverend Kevin O’Brien. Now don’t let the name fool you, this is no Darby O’Gill “tweedlee dee give me me tord woosh” happy go-lucky-leprechaun type character we’re talking about, noooo this cat is coooler than a cucumber. Coooler than cool. Cooler even than a roach under the boardwalk with a 2-6 of Jack, Jack! He puts the “lick” in cath-o-lic know what I mean? Let me spell it out for ya, fat! I like the hair sniffin, and he likes the face lickin. Don’t get no simpler than that. ANY way, us child creepos gotta stick together, and with all this Ghislane Maxwell hooey going on, ya don’t need to be a rocketeer sciencer to figure out that a LOT of us “higher ups”...