I am within earshot of two young fathers of young children, and this post is for them.
You need to grow up. Growing up means not calling anyone — particularly the mother of your child — a bitch. Especially in front of other people; especially your child. Growing up means it's not okay to scream "fuck you, you fucking bitch! Go ahead and call your brother! I ain't going nowhere!" over and over from your parents' porch. Growing up means it's not okay to carry on loudly on your parents' porch until the wee hours of the morning, just because you don't have anything else to do. The rest of us DO have other things to do, which includes a desire to not listen to you. Growing up means taking responsibility of some kind. Responsibility means, but is not limited to, finding a job, and/or something productive to do with your time, so you can help provide financially, or at least morally, for your child. It is not okay to have psychotic episodes on the corner and scream with blind, primal rage. It is not okay to sit in your car and listen to incredibly loud music at 11:45 p.m. until 12:30 a.m. every night; chances are, your family is losing sleep because of it. Maybe they're more understanding than I am. I, your neighbor, am actively wishing you would go away forever, except in a way that's unsuitable to share here.
You are not cool or hip or flickity-fly, and you're certainly not keeping it real. You are losers, and it seems that you worked very, very hard to achieve that, and that makes you pathetic, as well. It's far less work to be real men, and far more rewarding. But are you capable?
To your women: is this the best you can do? Really?
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