We’re unpacking a lot this week. Mental health is serious but so is the fact that someone really tried me today.
I’m off to Salem, where family secrets run deep and my mom’s side might just hold a few mysteries of its own. Still fighting for that star on my ID because apparently my Italian paperwork vanished...
Taylor swears she’s been betrayed by carbs and espresso, but I think she just has beef with Italians. She’s sipping Irish coffee in her little cottage, rebranding with the gingers… but when I do it, it’s a problem?
Meanwhile, I’m fighting off loneliness, dodging the mob, dealing with detectives who need soap in their mouths, my exes, and maybe an audition for a Tubi movie.
My dad makes an appearance—confused as ever—since he hasn’t been on a recorded line since 1989 at the Limestone County Detention Center. Now he’s pleading the fifth… but who’s he protecting? Me? His ego? The Italians?
I’m learning to deny access, retire KP, and finally stop judging Taylor’s Jack’s Biscuit accent. Turns out, I’ve got a thousand voices of my own.
Self-awareness is key.
🎙️ This Is a Case for Detective McLovin’—streaming now.