The people I used to have around me from Nashville was showing love to the Cash Money clique on the strength of Buck trying to make it making sure Buck gets to where he gots to go.
When anger rushes unrestrained to action like a hot steed it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.
Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting to make us gnash with our teeth...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
