Many unbearable experiences were gathered in my life for me to began to make sense what living really is. I was as rebellious and stubborn as every other mule. A plain ole jack ass to be as straight forward as I can be.
The synthetic makings of a boy (playing man,) is a spit in the face of every gentleman. But the errors of a boy is widely understood by every man. To look back is wiser than to look down on anything, as if we wear a garment that needs no cleaning.
Is wisdom the more gifted or am I still this talented writer. I couldn’t make this much sense if I combined all the brains in the world. Yet, wisdom is sufficient to make good sense of me. It is the gift which is better than the curse (ignorance.)
There is someone that I believe I’m.