So, I recently dove headfirst into a damn brawl, stepping up for some dude who was getting squeezed by a couple of punks. I broke it up, took a solid punch to the face, but eventually, shit calmed down. Now, this guy’s glued to my ass like a lost puppy, acting like I owe him my soul or some crap. He’s camped out by my place, blowing up my phone, begging for help with random bullshit, as if I’m his goddamn “big bro” now. I didn’t sign up for this nonsense! Problem is, I can’t just tell him to fuck off—kinda feel bad for the poor bastard. What the hell do I do?

😐-ghost him
🤣-smash his face in
#drama #streetlife #loyalty #wtf

I often stumble upon disgraceful tales of the downtrodden—homeless folks and drunks getting beaten down, cursed out, and humiliated. My heart aches for them, sure, but let’s be real—some of these poor bastards dug their own graves with bad choices. What I don’t get is the smug pricks who mock these fallen souls, laughing at their misery without a shred of fear that fate’s cruel boomerang might swing back and leave them rotting on the streets too.
#harshreality #streetlife #karma #brutaltruth