Mohammad moved to America so he could smoke with all his friends.

I'm not kidding.

God Bless Cali, Bros and Bras

It's funny how you can be on top of the world one day, and sink back under the next day.

Somehow, losses like these ones hurt in a way that makes you want to lay down and die. It makes you feel worthless and stupid.

Deadlines sneak up on you. Some of them were set, and some of them were just implied. Either way they pass, and I have to bite down on myself to keep from jumping out of my skin. Time to pick me up and dust me off. After all, that's what you do in these situations. You stand up, you wipe the dirt off your ass, and you try to get it right this time.

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