🔵 By Michael Fletcher. Photo by lauragrafie.
Speaking about me… That’s a crazy subject. I’m a passionate person. If I love you – I’ll die for you. I came to lock-up for stabbing someone who was about to stab my G.D Brother. I’ve went through the majority of my life fueled by two emotions – love and anger. I believe the anger spawned from disruptions to the flow of love between me and the people and things I care about. By the time I was 32; I’d lost my mom, dad and two of my baby brothers. I went to 17 different schools before dropping out in the 10th grade, which is when I discovered that it was alright to drop my guard for a lil bit, and just let go. Drugs allowed my stupid ass to enjoy riding with no hands – up until the inevitable wreck that cost a man his life, and 25 years of my own life. This led me back to the original source of my strength, hope, and healing – Father God. Yet I still will let go of the wheel here and there. Almost like a couple, who fights just to make up – they’re still in a relationship nonetheless. That’s me and my God. I’m now ready to settle down though. I’ve got my little brother waiting for me out there, with a nephew and two nieces, who don’t know me nor could possibly understand how much I love them. My Granny, God bless her, is 84 years old, and makes every day that she’s still here a blessing. Lord willing, one day I’m going to be able to share all of my passion with the world. I’ll remain a contradiction though. A man made of something stronger than any known substance, yet I’m broken. Have plenty of sense. Yet, do the dumbest shit. Have always had a preternatural understanding of people, yet took forever to truly understand myself. Love life, yet I keep flirting with death. I am, and will always be „The Perfect Flaw“.