I am currently approaching the age of nineteen faster than I
can read these books for class. I think I
can remember things that happened ten years ago. Everything before nine was
just a blur, but one thing I do remember was my brother and I used to have this
Gatorade stand at the end of our street at West Point where we’d sell the stuff
for a quarter a cup. We sold it to
construction workers, people who walked their dog, and of course everyone who
was there for the Army Football games. It
was pretty sweet and we thought we were going to be billionaires doing it. Back then ten dollar could buy the world. Now Big K.R.I. it fills my metro card. If I’m turning nineteen it sure doesn’t feel
like it. I feel just as immature as
three years ago. Why didn’t I listen to
my Mom’s advice and just make the bed every day when I wake up. Still growing I guess.
This is some nice Big K.R.I.T: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tm0gbJ_6kK0
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