My sister is 10, and going in to the 5th grade. I hear girls her age talk shit, and see them conspire together. I see those girls as miniature girls that I know. God help them.
Give me a couple drinks, and we'll talk like were the oldest of friends. Give me a couple more, and I'll tell you how I've got this whole world figured out.
I'm happy. I'm content with my life. No complaints. Nothing to change. I like where this is going. I'm fortunate. I'm thankful. I wish the same for others.