#andshit

But I forgot how to have fun

Will I be loved the same,

When my soul comes back to it's body?

Can we get all hands up for my boy Skinny Steve?!? 

I started drinking early on in my life. I am talking 6th grade. I didn’t really want to drink. But I had feelings bigger than I knew how to deal with. AND I had a itty bitty/&_scared voice. See, I made bad choices for a very, very, long time. Let me take you back even further...Soccer was my life. It was my team of girls, aka ladies if we wanted to be, but I was the captain of that team. It isn’t something I would put on my resume, but maybe my blog. And I am only saying that because this is how I left it a very very long time ago….back to when he left me. 

And that is the thing. It doesn’t technically matter what “coach” leaves, what “coach” saves your ass when you were giving it up - for and when the wrong man -, what “coach” will “RUN” further than just around the corner, OR what MAUI_time we are all on schedule for. Some “COACH’S” show back up, when the time is right. And when the time isn’t right, some will stand up straight, while the fucking weird ones are out here taking shit down their own way. TO BE FAIR, one coach left, but I saw his ass a long time ago. 

But, through my years, I worked really really hard for some other “BROTHERS” to still be sitting here with me tonight. The time doesn’t matter. We don’t go out like that. And the other one - he told me that we stand a little straighter around here, and that tattoo’s don’t exist…but I told him I was here to shut_shit_down….WITH YOUR FUCKING ASS, the right way; this time.