asked me Sunday:
"Are you still working at...?
Me: "Nope., I'm working with him",
I said, pointed to my biddy.
"Oh"
Brother Joe says with a wily grin.
"He has pension?"
Two thoughts.
One?
Like I fucking need one.
Two?
Like I can't tell people know.
Enough already.
It's fucking stupid at this point.
Thinking I need to earn $200 a week or whatever.
It's my fault I see through peoples shit?
Discernment yo.
As in:
"the quality of being able to grasp and comprehend what is obscure."
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