No one will respect you if you do not have a weapon or a large amount of money.

hello steemit friends
I choked as if I were walking the gallows, my life train was walking and I accepted the neck of that damn bottle.
My mother cries every night and bemoans her impotent son who left her warmth and digs his grave with his long sleeve that he does not use to cut his breath with cigarettes wrapped for a sample.
The painful reality of many in my world.