As he sat on the grass, a four-leaf clover caught his eye. He didn't look for the leaves; he looked for the white "squares" in the center, just as he had learned to look for the truth in a world full of basicness. He picked it, tucked it behind his ear, and smiled. "I really am that bitch," he whispered to the wind.
He stepped outside, his bare feet hitting the grass. He felt the "red string" of fate connecting him to this land, a journey that had started when he moved from the Philippines at age seven. He looked out at the mountains, took a deep breath, and began his morning meditation. Whether he was judging Drag Race Philippines or just collecting eggs from his 45 chickens, Bretman knew one thing for sure: he wasn't just living a dream—he was the dream. brett rockman
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