Had no idea how I got home, I lost time not knowing what happened or could’ve happened.

Is this a rant, more nonsense.

I was not a slave, but I got an ass whooping like I disobey massa.

Intense but relatively shallow romantic attachment, associated with adolescent, I think this was what me and that girl in high school shared.

Went to the park and it was an amazing felling, forgot the European women’s soccer final, and a bit more about religion and black peoples.

I don’t think I was the baddest unruliest kid growing up, but did some things that got me some ass whopping from my care takers.

I was told that I was the reason my brother ran away from home once.

Does old ways and thinking makes anything better or are we doom for destruction.

Met a girl, brought her home that night, she didn’t want to leave in the morning, she cried when I told her she got to go, and she didn’t tell me she was with 1 of my home the night before.

Man and woman calling me after a fender bender telling me, if I pay them they wouldn’t report it.