and I ain’t advocatin fightin’, I’m just tellin’ ya...
… and in all of my rage I spun around to see what THE FUCK was irritating (tickling, more likely) the back of my arm. It was a small thread, less than an 8th of an inch long. It was then that I realized the true level of anger and misery I was battling. Don’t beat yourself up. Let it go. Doesn’t matter.
There’s no rules, no gloves & no ring/ You ain’t the...
No pretty shit, it’s Bad Luck Gang/ Big tires on big trucks with mud...
When you think you have done enough… do more. #DoMore– N3SCIO
Back from Nowhere
Life is a locomotion… if you’re not moving, you’re not living....– The Flash
It’s my dream; I’m going for it. It’s never too late.
Don’t make excuses. Make statements.
Saw a guy on a Harley blasting one of Tupac’s more aggressive songs while driving through snooty, snarky, upscale, white-bread Burlingame, CA. The music was louder than the exhaust on the bike; echoing for blocks. The look of utter dissatisfaction on the face of the wannabe 1% made my damn day.