Wouldn’t mind going to the batting cages or play catch with my bro but, my knee is so jacked up now I’d need some kid to help me to the hospital after embarassing myself
Damn. This is one saddening story. If society isn’t trying to pull you down into the dirt, it’s your own family and so-called friends doing it. “It’s tough out there for a playa” has a far different meaning now.
So damn windy out today, when I did a wheelie, the wind pushed my front wheel and ended up landing on a crooked front tire that caused a small tank slapper. Other than that, I had something blown in my eye and spent 10 minutes trying to flush it out.
Where have you been? What do you think being a man is? When you have nothing, you are nothing. When you make it, everyone is a damn parasite looking to get their cut. And everyone has their shaming language at the ready.
I make 10 bucks and change an hour. I get shit for not spending money on women and not having a nicer car. I recall an article about a man who achieved his dreams and was retired by the time he was 50 I think. Self made multimillionaire. Called a phaggit and a loser in the comments section. Why? He’s a loser because he didn’t use his status and wealth to snag and bang hot chicks and he must be “gay” accused by women because they want his success, his nice house, his nice car for themselves. How dare he not trade his cash for pussy!
We’ve all been to supermarkets. If there’s anything people like more than seeing you make it, it’s the pleasure of watching you crash and burn. And everyone knows that once these new athletes are broke, no one is going to care they existed. I heard stories of men who have lost their jobs, became permanently disabled. Women? Gone. Friends? Gone. Family? Gone.
I’ve been in that situation. When I said I’m not paying for shit, I was laughed at. Then all those cell phones, Netflix subs, and handouts stopped. No one in my family asks me for shit anymore unless someone literally dies.
That shit has nothing to do with being a man. That’s textbook haters doing what haters do. I know that shit happens. Trust me, I could write a song about it, same as anyone else…Although I would make sure the tune and drums in my song would be the baddest, but I digress. I just happened across that story while taking in my daily diet of facebook games. I’m glad that dude seems to have made it past the bs and is trying to help others avoid some of the potholes in the road to life. They should have a class in 9th and 10th grade on how to shake them haters off. A true life lesson indeed.