Look at the old man with grey hair putting gel products to keep it tightly smeared to the back where the suit pants they were wearing shows the socks at 7/8 length… excuse me 11/12.

Why would a 49-year-old black woman wear tight clothes that show the square-ass she hasn’t kept up in years? Is the 25-year-old young man or woman with the sense of entitlement walk as if a modelling runway is stretched in front of them so the ass-walk can be accentuated in a room full of people.

It’s not just the fashion or the oversized glasses or the elevated hair that is dwindling for the white beard black man who laughs too loud, but it’s the social norm that it’s okay to be you even at the cost of appearing ridiculous which is now front and centre for the rest of us to gaze at.

Just because you wear valuable jewellery doesn’t mean your value goes up and that’s a hard truth for anyone who goes to business conference to exchange business cards with a woman who wears too much make up and who spends three hours doing her hair and nails and the nose and does yoga.

It’s not grumpiness, it’s criticism.
It’s not resentment, it’s compassion towards a society that lost its way and drowned itself in the excess and the wealthy and the saturated.

Do you really need to wear diamonds on your sandals? Do you really need to wear stockings and a hair scarf at the same time? With a stupid moustache in the centre of your face you can probably match it to the pubic hair around your dick.

We all know the 12 inch heel is not comfortable yet women have been wearing it since it was invented only now it has leopard pattern on it.

Don’t bother to look for the path, it is already been blurred by the thousand pieces of lost pavers with perfect denture and high sense of sexuality.

Best of luck to you humanity, I hope you make it so I can sleep better at night but I have serious doubts you will.

Story about the different facets of the life of someone who has everything they want at the tip of the fingers. Pretty girl never really had a choice but to work as a model but not at the top of the tier. Simply because life put her in other directions and it was enough. Someone like that always gets a line of people waiting to treat her, buy her things, and of course, all looking to fuck her. Just a small piece of her attention scattered in your direction, and you would absolve any financial debt or inconvenience just to get a glimpse into a world that only a few privileged individuals have access to. She never really had a choice but to work as a model, see the world, and be surrounded with so-called friends in an exploitive world.

Someone like that, she’s always bothered in the restaurant and at the post office, not that she would need to go and run errands herself anyway; if it was still customary to chew the food for her, someone would probably line up to do that too.

Then the story changes when you find out she became friends, and with someone much older, but still young enough to be considered relevant. The only difference is that he was clear what he wanted from her, and so friendship, based on sex became her reality. No agenda, at least not a secret one was the appeal and eventually her undoing.

You always hear about the lonely girl went with the older married man and how hard it is to be cast away and set aside against someone else’s priorities and her hardship in finding love on that dead end road she put herself on because of whatever daddy issues she’s been caring since, well, forever.

This is a story about the other perspective where the man is actually a loving husband and a caring father who is aging and just wanted to feel alive for the remaining declining years before he completely becoming obsolete in the romantic market. This story is about his struggle between keeping his family together and the job he doesn’t want but has to keep in order to finance family life as well as his younger and lost girlfriend.

The misconception is that he has it well on both worlds: a wife at home who doesn’t know what’s going and living her oblivious existence, and the young attractive woman he gets to fuck anytime he wants like a glorified booty call without commitment, but the truth is that the guilt is heart wrenching and the burden of knowing that you’re going against every morality you ever possessed and try to instil in your own children, is too great to bear knowing that if the truth ever comes out, there’s really no tell how upside down your life will or will not end up.

That’s the story of the need not just on the behalf of the young but also on behalf of the old and the struggle to breathe in a stifle existence.

The pyramid shows honesty as the foundation block of all relationships, be it in business or love or nature. Being honest is not the same as being truthful.

Most people had a lie they had to confess and turn into truth, such as a banker who stripped Jews during the 1940s of everything they had only to try and buy his soul back decades later by contributing to charities. No. This story is about the opposite.

My story is about a well rounded ex military lawyer who devoted his time and blood to personal and professional integrity. If you can imagine a person whose done right by anyone all of the time simply by choosing to follow the right path and ignore the wrong one. The dilemma was always there but the choice was always the correct one while considering others first and the greater good imminently.

As the story goes, honesty and truth were always synonymous and held each other’s throats at all time so no looking over your shoulder might ever need to take place. The result was that honesty and openness were eventually vastly greater than any other block in the pyramid. The form of a wife base under the rest of one’s character was the result.

Now, since no one truth is always the same, one can see cracks in any version of the facts and thereby creating a gap between a personal truth and personal honesty. That base was now too big to hold the pyramid and this had to be cut down to fit the rest of the structure under the fitting angles. An even triangle can only be of the same size faces.

So what do you do if you have too much of something? You squander it. And so the reserve of honesty was spent after a lifetime of choosing right; it was not time for choosing wrong. This poses a moral question: if you led a lifetime of good is it not ok to use some of that reputation for you own benefit? Is there a price to pay when taking a huge amount of honesty and diminishing it by just a little while still keeping the integrity of the pyramid? After all, it still stands the test of morality but can it stand the test of truth?

Here are the examples:
Business - three childhood friends decided to go into venture capital and real estate speculation. After much success the other shoe dropped and they were swindled by a third party and left them with little ways to pay debt. Forgetting the 12 years of honest business and personal integrity, one partner (still childhood friend!), scammed the other 2 and falsifying financial reports but just a little so he can compensate himself for what he believed to be his true portion of the business. Compensating himself for hard work the other two didn’t have to put in throughout the years. Is he guilty? Is his truth any lesser valued than the honesty he injected into every decision he made during the management of the venture? The pyramid still stands but the lie is kept in its base like an ancient Egyptian tomb no one will ever find. And while murder will almost out, the stench of lies can be easily kept hidden.

Love - a loving husband and a devoted father (never devoted husband and a loving father!) recognises the finishing power of marriage after a few decades and chooses to put himself dead center on the road to infidelity. After years of sexual frustration and endless pleading for joint growth with the partner he supported and still is - enough was finally enough. He goes to an escapade only to attract a retched disease and unknowingly transmit it to his partner. Now they’re both terminal and all the great years that preceded to that horrible accident aren’t going to matter. He’s at fault. Not both are responsible. Not the other side has a part in it. No. He’s the only one who brought about the end to this marriage… and life. Fuck that.

I was so tired last night, I was having a dream that I was sleeping. Couldn’t open my eyes in the dream and kept bumping into trees

“You should eat slowly” doesn’t mean moving the fork tardily towards your face

It means smaller bites, spoonman

Woopy Goldberg wrote a book and called it "a book". It's not the same as thinking about thinking. It's also different from "we don't know what we don't know". Nothing clever about naming a thing by its name.

It's almost midnight. I went downstairs to the lobby to get water. Saw the people and ran back up to the room. We are a nation in decline.

I like thinking that I’m the last car in a long traffic jam. No one behind me yet I’m still stuck