This shit ain’t healthy or normal, y’all. And dealing with it, reconciling it mentally contributes to your hood PTSD.
I Ain’t No Punk B****!
I’ve had a hell of a two weeks, y’all! *fake faints to add a little drama to that statement. Now, I won’t bore you with the details of the shenanigans I had to endure, because the important part of this story is that I’ve been drowning in a sea of insurance companies, car salesmen, and … Continue reading I Ain’t No Punk B****!
I Can’t Stand Y’all
I love people. I really do. I try to spread my sunshine and rainbows and all of that good stuff. But there are some people in this world that are so allergic to positivity and productivity that it makes you want to throat punch them with your gauntlet of good vibes. For the sake … Continue reading I Can’t Stand Y’all