Tab thinks Syco – whom he also interchangeably refers to as the Moonman, the Black Prince, and Buddha Bad – figured out what reality really is and, with a ‘Let me break it down for you,’ frames his case with lots of references to French philosophers Keisha hasn’t read and weren’t even included in her cultural download when she retired here, ’cause, no doubt, Plurality Life Insurance Corporation thought some sister who was supposed to have grown up in Detroit in the ’80s wouldn’t give a shit about Sartre and Camus and Baudrillard.
