“Bet.” With a nod, he turned in my direction and asked, “Got any? A wife?” “Nah. It’s just me, man. I hate it, but it’s really just me. I’m trying to be on the same sh—stuff y’all on. The kids and the wives… I love to see it, fam.” “It’ll come and when you least expect it. It isn’t easy, so enjoy your time alone. I can’t even shit in peace now. And food, it never really belongs to me. It belongs to everyone,” he explained. “So, I hear.”
