The Reality of Life
Gather Around, son, and listen close—because I ain’t here to butter your toast. Life ain’t a fairy tale, and it sure as hell don’t come with a return policy. It’s a crooked card game in a smoky saloon, and everyone’s bluffing with a smile. A woman might wear less than a summer breeze but cover up quick when eyes linger too long—not outta shame, no sir—but because she fears the poor might gawk and the rich might not. It’s a tightrope between attention and approval, and the fall is always social. When a man asks what you do for … Continue readingThe Reality of Life