I’m human, after all. I was hurt. But whether it was a lot or a little I can’t say.

DON'T chase  your baby DADDY....chase your baby FUTURE.

But I love to drink. I can’t help it. I mean, I love it Bryson-love the taste, love that buzz you get when you’ve had a couple, love the smell and feel of the taverns. I miss dirty jokes and the click of pool balls in the background, and that kind of bluish, under lit glow of a bar at night.

Writters are Fighters who plays as gloriously as Soldiers to do fight against injustice and inequality their weapons are pens

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