bourgeoisie tall freak
Superstar
8th grade on cinco de mayo. i remember the euphoria (no pun intended ) like it was yesterday
but it seemed like no matter how long I walked the street never advanced.
I was 4 or 5.
The first 6 years I f my life were kinda rough. The unfortunate part is, that’s the foundation. So even though life improved for me and my family over time, that side of me will always exist no matter what.
Yeah man. I was at somebody’s house with the brehs. They had some curtains with some animals on them. Breh them animals started talking to me. One of them told me “looks can be deceiving”. I got the hell up out of there and started walking home but it seemed like no matter how long I walked the street never advanced. Then I saw a trash can with some legs walking town the street and gave up. Don’t remember how I got home.