You made one bet. You got it right. It could’ve gone the other way. Now you want me to believe you’re hard as fuck.
My cousin had two kids, from two different men. Her dad died when she was 14, and her mom was addicted to hard drugs, and raised her out of a motel.
She went back to school with her babies, became an emergemcy nurse and works in a town of about 3000 Reds and Rednecks.
She’s hard as fuck.
I know I’m soft. It’s easier.
You’re a child, play acting.
This note is not directed at anyone in particular. More of a statement about the current state of things.
We’ve forsaken our communities for idols. We have faith in people we do not know, and ignore the ones we do. We look for heroes through screens, instead of our eyes.
The billionaires are not on my team. The men behind microphones “preaching” are not either. I’ve got myself, my family, and few hard hitting men and women that have shown up. That’s it.
We will write our own story.
Agreed. I take statements from influencers with a ton of grains of salt.
The more people babble about how tough they are, the less I trust them to be what they claim to be.
