I do not know how name spelling. However, I do know his heart a little. I am not gay. I only love this man. He is like my dad. Literally, he looks like the Latino version of my father. I am very fortunate to know him. Shoutout.
After countless hours of downloading grease to my body, scathing my brain with drugs, and generally taking a sorry ass route, the same steps I wrote in idle moments now contain the potency I need to transcend the scene. As they say, when the student is ready, the teacher will appear, and that foo hopped out of the bushes with a mission. So, for lack of a better phrase, a mofo is READY nowadays. Take from this what you can and come back a lot.
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