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“Hey, one, I like my job, and two, I don’t know, maybe I don’t want to be on Ellen with Potato, even if it does pay the bills. I don’t want my life to get all public and on TV and shit, I’m a private man, man.” “Well you should think about it. I wouldn’t mind going ahead and being the public face of this thing, but we look good together. I mean we’re Pistil and Leif, we have botanical fucking names and a dog named Potato. That’s some good ass branding, you know what I mean? Have some entrepreneurial spirit, darling.” I didn’t really like the idea at first. I was pretty sure that Pistil would love the attention of being on national TV, and I was worried that would change her, and more importantly, our relationship. We climbed back into the Fiesta and we scooted back to the pad as the sun set behind us. I knew Pistil wanted to monetize our Potato situation, but I also couldn’t bear the idea of being in the public eye. I was working on a novel at the time, based on the lives of my friends Sattva and Katrina, with some parts on Sattva’s mom, who helped raise me. I wanted to subvert the immigrant saga trope a little bit, because we all know that the trope of the hardworking, po-faced immigrant is tired as hell. People stress me out, and when I’m stressed I can’t write. I had a decent manuscript that I wanted to get to agents, but I needed a few months more to get it dialed in proper. Having to manage a celebrity doggie was not high on my list of priorities. Whatever it was, Pistil knew how to get me on board, which was to give me no option. Monday night I was lying on the bed, playing my Nintendo and listening to Rihanna like I

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