As i lay here amongst the troubles and fears of the world... actually just 3 pillows and a blanket, i feel the need to thank one of my best friends... Mason Storm Majick Lebron James Raburn. As a self-conscious middle schooler, coming into highschool was tough. I needed someone (now that i look back) to help me in my self-a-steem. Some may call him arrogant but i call it "Swag" lol... when i first met him in 10th grade (given that i didn't know him on a personal level till senior year) i figured just that... oh, he is just one of those "arrogant assholes" that thinks he owns the world, turns out he is... but thats beside the point. Mr. Raburn's confidence "rubbed off" and was instilled in me, i started to feel more confident and didn't care (as much) what other people thought about me... as i would hang out with him more... i would pick up gestures and "lines" that were key to being confident. Skipping all the way to senior year, where i actually was able to meet the "man behind 4x white tees" i found out that there wasn't arrogance, just profound confidence that inspires others, such as me, to do greater things in life. And now (for the most part) i have no problem talking to stranger (females). And i have what you could call a swagger that only can benefit me when used right. i'm a better man for it. So thanks "Brah"... ;)
p.s. you're still an "arrogant asshole." lol
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