I earned every scrape and scar

some from honorable deeds and some from bad decisions and bad intentions

the chance of me presenting myself as someone who has always walked the line is a midnight dream that wakes me up laughing because I know it would be a charade

But I have my moments when I can go out of my way to console and I have moments when I go out of my way to harm…… the truth is like pouring salt in a wound

my experience has given me the opportunity to recreate things like the touch of certain materials and the smells of various substances

the impressions that this life has branded me with are the result of going in many back doors and avoiding the throngs of lemmings that answer to the call of whatever is trending and the cause of the week….. people are so busy standing for something and when you question them about it is obvious they don’t have a clue

it’s their game not mine. I picked the balls hit over the fence and sell them back to the teams and it works out for both of us.
I don’t join the team and they get their balls back.

A street smart kid will always survive

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