Out Assed in Houston

I’ve been trying to write but words are sticking on my fingers like the tiny pieces of shit soldered to the end of a dogs ass. So instead here is a picture post.

I jumped on a plane a few weeks ago and hung out in Houston for basically no reason other than I wasn’t to escape Chi-town.

I got to say, I’m not a huge Texas fan after living in Dallas, but Houston seemed a lot more chill.

 

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I got to say, I’m not a huge Texas fan after living in Dallas, but Houston seemed to be more laid back.

I also found out everyone in Houston has ass. I mean don’t get me wrong, I do my squats, but y’all are on some other level. Like I didn’t know this was possible but I was definitely “Out Assed” by everyone. I feel like it’s a prerequisite to living there.

Don’t worry Houston, I’ll be changing up my workout the next time.

Scoreboard

Houston ass – 1

Darby – 0

Fuck Copy

You read an ad: “Make $700 dollars tomorrow!”

You see an Internet post “How to get her tomorrow with this one weird trick…”

You see the billboard, “No money down drive home in a new car today!!”

You get a gym flyer, “Get six pack abs in one week!”

I see all this and ask myself,

Why in such a fucking hurry?

I mean, I walk fast, yet I don’t feel like I need to rush.

Time is finite, but rewards are only earned in the journey.

You don’t have enough time to do everything, so fucking choose.

And spend every last

thought

Breath

Dream

And spec of energy

Doing what you love.

It’s the only good fight out there