When you grow up without a dad, everyone treats you great. They treat you like their own and they behave well. They know you’re going through it without guidance as a child. Even as a teenager, they tolerate your behavior. They know you’re without the most critical component in a household, especially as a male. What they don’t tell you is there are unwritten rules and when you’re not told about unwritten rules growing up, you end up stomping on toes you didn’t know stuck out of their nasty fucking shoes.
At the end of the day, I have no shit to talk. I have money to place and cash to drop. If I have to go to the strip club in Miami again to find peace, I might. Unfortunately, I can’t take Omar Morales with me - nonetheless, I have to keep my Morale high.
Until the next drool, keep your spit in your mouth. Love y’all