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By '95 my future wife and I were in full gear and life was pretty much the same as before except I was now a salesman at a lawn care company. Folks, if you didn't just die laughing, back up and reread. I sold these people the guarantee they'd always have good green grass. Not sure what you call that, literal metaphor comparison or some sh!t. As sad as it is now, it's still f@cking hilarious nonetheless. Just now 21, whole life's just begun, it's like a free buffet where we run. Living fast and working hard became the standard and the love affair that can become of that couple may be deadly. Money, love, and self-confidence are just the first few losses that come to mind. Lust of the fast lane tends to numb your soul to the whispers inside. Okay of course I"m writing this to provoke you, entertain you, you know a few chuckles and whatnot but most importantly I want to point out what direction a potentially magnificent future can succumb to over a lust affair with the streets. I'm 37 now and when this story is done I'm planning to keep it all love from 37 forward. Reason is I finally got my head COMPLETELY out of my ass (OUCH!) and do plan on keeping it that way. Okay okay, I know I'm jumping around but just buck up and stay with me. 21 just begun, fun, fun, F@CK!
Messed around and got in a little legal trouble. Not big trouble but enough that should have sent a guy straight into the work force as a sole means of income. Me on the other hand I wasn't ready to relinquish my status and my hustle, whatever those may have been.
There's a short time during probation that I did fly straight but she spoke to me at night because the street was in fact my teacher and confidant. I supposed she deserved the floor for a moment.
To be continued...
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