he can fix me

Aprendimos a quererte, desde la histórica altura, donde el Sol de tu bravura… le puso cerco a la muerte. Aquí… se queda la clara, la entrañable transparencia, de tu querida presencia, commandante… Che Guevara

You’re so brave for telling this. I have a similar story from before I escaped the communist hell that is Cuba. I worked as a freelance artist doing portraits for companies and private customers. One day, I received a call from a man called Elver Galarga, who asked me to do a portrait of the then dictator Fidel Castro. I adamantly refused his request since I have nothing but disdain for that man. Two weeks pass, and I get a knock on the door at 6 a.m., and I’m taken forcibly by the communist police to an unknown location. They put a sack on my head and threw me into a car. When they took it off, I’m chained to a chair, and in front of me, I saw Fidel Castro himself posing naked on a sofa. The guards handed me a paintbrush and told me that if I didn’t do this painting, they would kill my entire family. They said that if I even so much as took an inch off his penis in the painting, they would cut off mine and add it to the tower of cocks they put in every plaza as a warning to anyone who dared question Fidel’s girth.

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CHEckout deez nuts