Let Me Tell You Something, Brother: Don’t Judge Me, Jack
Listen up, brothers and sisters, ‘cause I’m about to drop some Hulkster-level truth on ya! Every time I step out, struttin’ my stuff down the street, I get those looks. You know the ones—those side-eye glares like I’m some kinda problem, like there’s something wrong with me, dude. Well, let me tell you something, brother, in the words of the immortal Hulk Hogan: you don’t know the half of it, jack! I’ve been payin’ my dues longer than you can imagine. While you’re out there gettin’ offended over this or that, cryin’ about how I look or what I’m doin’, I was out here grindin’ before you were even in diapers! That’s right, brother—I was probably helpin’ your grandparents back in the day, workin’ hard when nobody else stepped up to the plate. They were grandparents then , jack, and I was holdin’ it down, makin’ sure they were taken care of. So, you wanna stare? You wanna judge? Go ahead and be offended, dude, ‘cause it don’t mean nothin’ to me! I’ve been through the wars, puttin’ in the ...
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