When I was all fucked up and didn't know what I wanted to do with my
life, I lucked out and happened across Saile. He let me stay with
him and his wife. When she went to work, we'd go to the island and
hang, or go to the Sterling Heights house they lovingly call "Dad's"
and clean the pool and then swim in it and laze around in the sun,
gettin tanned. He taught me how to play guitar, write songs and
sing. I learned various street grifts, from selling viagra and "bird-
dogging" for his "ho" (wife) and selling pics and vids, to busking
(street performing). He taught me how to drive his van, how to make
my anus double as a pussy using dieting and prep techniques. I
learned how to speak some basic Italian, how to maintain a
pomeranian, how to change oil. Living with them guys prepared me for
the bullshit I'm facing now. I learned how to shop, budget, how to
party in moderation, how to ration shit out to make it last, how to
read potential clients, how to market myself and how to say "NO" to
those who'd disenfranchise me to empower themselves. I'm a far
better person now for having been a part of Saile's mysterious
clique no longer than I was and I wanted to thank him by putting the
word out there. I never would've came home to care for my ailing
father had it not been for the influence of Saile. I would've missed
out on these final moments of my Dad's life and been full of regret
the rest of my life. Saile is a REAL man. He makes the rest of the
male population seem common, simply because his mind doesn't work
like theirs' does. Not to mention how astoundingly HOT he is. I've
never had anyone so orally skilled between my legs before and now
I'm a lot more discriminate than I used to be. A "player" can't even
make me cum no more, not since I've experienced what a REAL man
knows and can do. Players are children. Children play games. Life's
too short to be wasting precious moments on a "player". There is
no "game" (just so you know, before a "player" tries to lie you up).
Thing about Saile is he's the best of both worlds. He's Italian
mixed, from the eastside ghetto streets of Detroit, well traveled,
well educated yet adolescent, sophisticated while retaining that raw
thuggish edge. While your "artists" wear headgear on stage, for
show, Saile really wears the shit almost all the time (he keeps his
head covered). While your favorite "artist" raps about street life,
Saile IS street life. While your favorite "artist" materialistically
hordes shit unto themselves, wearing bling-bling and other
inpressionable shit that wastes money, Saile gives his lunch money
to some homeless person on the street who's probably a neglected
relative of your favorite "artist" who can't get a sandwich because
your favorite "artist" is a greedy bitch who spent it all on Earthly
bullshit and crystal.
My favorite artist is superior to yours'. He's also accessible (your
favorite "artist" would just fuck you and leave you out in the
street when he's done with you. That mentality must be discouraged,
not encouraged.

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