Okay Sweatyballsinyourmouth, here goes; After spending almost 8 years as a Marine, one night I ran across a drunk asshole, probably just like you; bullying some small little guy, well I proceded to intercede, and almost beat his ass to death; I spent a year in jail for that. When they opened the door and threw me out on the street, I was homeless with no where to go, and no one to help me. I slept in homeless shelters and then in an old beat up dodge truck I bought from working day labor jobs, until I had squirreled away enough money to afford a sleeping room; Then my big break came and got a job with an aerial construction crew; The rest is history after that. I never asked anyone for a handout, ever. There is work out there, the problem is some people consider it not good enough, or doesn't pay enough. Well, anything is good enough until you can find something better. I went from being homeless and living in a 1971 dodge pickup to owning a 1/2 million dollar home and having just about everything I want or need; And do you know why? Because I will get the fuck out there and do whatever it takes to make a fuckin' dime and not bitch about it. So, until you really know me or what I am all about, shut your sorry assed, shit stirring mouth up before that dump truck hits you. Because after that dump truck runs you over, there are no other chances.
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