"So in one year, where will you be?" I asked him.
"Ballin' hopefully, ballin.' If I can't do it in a year in giving up. I'll be a porn star or something." He chuckles.
I giggle along side him and ask, "what if it doesn't work out? Are you going to try again?" Honestly curious.
"Hell no. Poor me. In one year if I'm not where I'll be I'll probably start being real stupid like our cousins." I laugh. We switch topics again.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)
