this is me,
not a young Post Malone. Mom said "everyone" gets their hair braided in Mexico, so who was I to Argue with "everyone." Those days, I was more focused on basketball and 'Hey, Arnold' than the margaritas in front of me, but my office was always open to new ventures.
My first dance with the devil happened when I finally outargued a nun in the 6th grade. She called me out for daydreaming in her classroom and I simply explained that I was deep in prayer, as a cloud outside the window was shaped like our lord and savior, Jesus Christ. That was where it all began, my love of stories, and using them to paint a picture thaT never disappoints.
Late nights, great friends, and seductive sentences keep me going, and I wouldn't have it any other way.