I guess I do. I have some splainin to do if I see my Dad.
I didn’t grabbed life the balls, I punched it the face. You would not believe half the **** I did and seen. I mean I wasn’t a bad guy, just a young and a know it all city boy.
Now I try to gently pat life on the upper back and put my around its shoulder and walk with it.
Maybe even lean on it, my body is broken. After I punched it in the mouth it responded by kickin my arsze from one side of Philly to the other.
