That I have Hutzpah.
I'm still mad at everything and chewing through wicked impostor syndrome. Weird to see yourself through someone else's eyes and think
"Yea, I guess I did kinda do that" thing someone else remembers--and another person that loves you knows you for.
Anyway. Smoked WAY too much tonight and bottled mead to give away. Those two boys are old men now still talking mad trash trying to throw each other under the bus.
Ones the sad man at the strip club trying to con you into giving a free dance. The others that guy everyone thinks is an asshole but cracks his face into a smile like the sun does cloudy skies.
I just cant with that gossip shit when it gets ugly.
I'm playing with the idea of samskara. Learning quietly. I tell no one.
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