Life in the Age of Byrony

“A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.”
― Tennessee Williams

Haven't blogged much b/c well, I haven't done shit lately.
I've been eating healthy. Training. Grinding away in the gym and getting a decent amount of sleep.
Smoking **** before I sleep.
Traveling for work and the like.
Had some close calls out and about with friends lately. Nearly had to cave in some college guys' faces several times b/c they lacked manners and couldn't see that my buddies and I do not suffer fools.

Crossed paths with a stripper I used to fuck awhile back.
She was with one of her kid(s) at the mall. She looked a bit older. A bit more tired. A bit more the part.

I was getting coffee. She was getting a frappa-whateverthefuckyoucallit.
She asked how I'd been.
"Good. You?"
"Good. Busy...you know."
"Yeah," I nodded then continued "good seeing you" then I left to go do whatever I wanted b/c I don't have kids.