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Natasha Sakamoto remembers Prohibition. Here are some connections between Gary Gensler’s campaign and the failed 20th-century movement.
My phone rang at 2 am. That could only mean two things: My mom was taking my dad to the doctor again because he burnt his tongue on a Hot Pocket, or Natasha Sakamoto was drunk dialing me. I unlatched my CPAP mask, turned off the machine, and checked the caller-ID. It was Natasha.
“Hello,” I mumbled after sliding the bar to accept the call.
“Scott, it’s Natasha. We need to talk. I’m four martinis deep. Commander Dickwad has left me.” By Commander Dickwad, I assume she meant her recent groom, Richard Goldstein.
“Look, Natasha. I can’t be your paramour because you have a dysfunctional marriage to a man who is about as pleasant as a wet fart at a funeral.” I replied.
“No, Scott. It’s not about passion. It’s about freedom. It’s about America. I’m talking about eating hot dogs and drinking soda even though it’s bad for you.”
Drunken rambling. I couldn’t handle it. My therapist told me I needed to set boundaries, so I boldly said, “Natasha, it’s 2 am. I had a dream where I was John Wick beating the living daylights out…
