Bitter Thoughts Never Change in Hello

A few years back mom and I were at Publix for some goods. I saw my high school algebra teacher who once told her I’d never pass my G.E.D test.

A fire reignited in my belly and I wanted SO bad to call him out in public that I graduated college. But I didn’t. Let that Peter Griffin lookalike go.

Then today (mom’s colonoscopy went well, I slept in my car till she was fit to leave) I listened to Post Malone for the first tine.

This one hits hard…