I’ve gambled heavily on a few fairly life altering things recently and they haven’t really come off for me. And to add insult to injury i’ve been kicked out of the metaphorical casino i’m in 2 hours before closing time and i’m miles away from home, and some dickhead’s just punched me in the nose and spat on my new trainers.
I don’t really know where i’m going right now I just know that I don’t want to be here anymore.
"Don’t plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it, you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me - choke those little bad days. Choke ‘em down to nothing."
I can only assume this poster of my homeboy @therock is life size