The world is fukked, people literally are born to die young in poverty, I can't waste the little sympathy I have to give for someone who got to taste fame, and wasn't able to capitalize on it, or at least remain regular afterwards. I don't know if he has disabilities or to what extent, but if that's my brother he ain't on the streets, if that's my mans he ain't on the streets, if that's a dude I went to school with I at least take bro to a shelter.
As I age I the light of hope/positivity dims, if those he's crossed paths with aren't pressed I won't be either. Life is like that. I went through shyt for a couple of months last year and no one outside of blood was really impactful at all. Most people don't give a fukk about people period. But they really don't give a fukk when you down. That's life especially in America.
Excuse the coldness, I'm a curmudgeon and have mild depression so if I'm not high I'm shooting it
very straight