And by “poor people,” I mean me and you, of course.
I was getting the opportunity to put a ring on the finger of the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. If a Jordan cry face was the price I had to pay for all of that then sign me up.
Perhaps it's all just semantics. But “best friend” will always be the description I use for friends, not an inamorato.
Agatha Guilluame provides advice for people and shit
Because you need to know
Every hard thing I've done -- and this includes both running a mile in 5:30 and reciting an entire Big Sean verse without sneezing -- is exponentially less hard than marriage. And I have a great marriage!
I have no idea how I managed to find and marry one of the 16 women in Pittsburgh who are NOT sports fans. But I did.
Because the only thing worse than an interrupted shit is a shit interrupted by a bottle of Pantene thrown at your spleen.
Yes, six months of marriage does make me an expert. Thanks for asking, though.
"Kill the maggots" is not an analogy
Damon's latest at EBONY on the word "husband" and how he doesn't quite feel like one -- at least the movie version of one -- yet.
Although I feel (relatively) young and think I look (relatively) young, I'm closer to 50 than I am to 18. Perhaps the Jordans are a sign of a mid-life crisis
Maybe they don't know everything about you, but they know you. And with that comes a steadily increasing level of imperviousness to your bullshit. Since you can't really bullshit them, you can't really bullshit yourself. Not anymore.